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Margo-18-Belgium-In Relationship

I love him,
I love him at 2 in the morning when his body searches for mine and his face is warm from the pillows.
I love him when we make eye contact and just smile at each other for a while, no words.
I love him when we drive and he holds my hand, every time I squeeze he squeezes back, he is as aware of me, as I am of him.
I love him when he makes me finish my plate and offers me food, not ashamed of my curves, not trying to change me.
I love him when we talk about meaningful things, like the lady on the moon or how the earth rotates and the stars dance.
I love him at 7 in the morning when he’s just woken up and doesn’t say a word.
I love him when he comes home from work and asks me how my day was, like he genuinely cares.
I love him when he dances and knows I admire every move.
I love him, his hands, his arms, his shoulders, his eyes, his smile, his voice, his heart, I love him.

— How did I find someone like him (via freaaaak)

And then suddenly I become sad for no reason, and it takes me days to get over that feeling.

— (via equily)