And so it is.

I love that you love my squidgy tummy, my prickly legs the day after I've shaved them even though they're minging. I love that you don't mind my eating habits, the amount I eat or putting my frozen chips in the oven. I love that you put up with my laziness, my morning breath, my tendency to steal your clothes and my bad taste in music. I love that you give me cuddles before I fall asleep even though you find it really uncomfy.

I just. Yeah. Love you.