i like when he does things for me.
i like when he does things for me.
like makes my sushi, with the perfect amount of soy sauce.
or orders for me.
usually i wouldn’t like that.
but when he orders, he orders what i would order for myself anyways.
he feeds me ice cream, he says he likes the slivers he makes with his spoon.
i don’t care how thick my bites are, as long as i’m next to him while i’m eating them.
we fight, but we smile the whole time.
i like to fight with him.
but only because i love him, and he lets me be right.
no one has ever let me be right before.
no one has ever let me be right before.
