Waking up to his texts. Falling asleep to his voice. Hugging me. Holding my hand. Kissing my cheek. The smallest and most simple gestures mean the most to me. Something about those small things make such a wonderful impact to me. Especially when it’s coming from him. Through our hardships and how the whole world may rest on our shoulders, he still manages to be the one person who gives me hope and happiness. We may be on each other’s nerves and may not see each other eye to eye at times, but we look past those things and realize those things are silly. Silly enough to know that we can be mad one minute and the next we laugh it off because we know it was a stupid thing to worry about. We’re a team. We work things out. Together. Together we can face the world and fight any evil doer out there that gets in our way. If one of us appears to be blue or down in the dumps, the other will find one way or another to bring a smile on their face.

And the things he does for me to make me smile, are small and simple.
The way I love it to be.