It's the little things that keep you in love with someone.

Your concern for the frizziness of your hair after it rains.

The way you lick and then purse your lips after a laugh.

How you suddenly wake up at 4 am and rustle in bed - then roll over and take me tight in your arms.

Begging like a child for an afternoon snack, no one can take care of you better than I.

The way you tilt your head down, gazing just above your glasses, to focus on something.

The way your belly moves when we have ***.

Yes, it's the little things.