I love how he knows when I need him, even from 3,000 miles away. I love how sweet he is. I love how patient he is. I love how honest he is. I love how he doesn't mind my crazy, how he actually welcomes it. I love how he thanks me for giving him what he wants. I love how he can just "listen". I love how he just gets me. I love his weirdness, his inappropriateness, his appreciation for me. He likes me for me. And that's the best feeling. It's a weird feeling, and I don't think I'll get used to it. But I like it. And I want to keep it. Forever.