He's sweet in his own way. He's not the romantic kind that will buy you flowers or say I love you but I'm ok with that. He's different. And I love it.

I love how he buys me mcdonalds instead of flowers.

I love how we say I hate you to each other knowing it means I love you.

I love how he says my cheeks are chubby instead of saying you're beautiful

I love how he tries to talk in a bad accent just to **** me off

I love how he always laughs at his jokes but never at mine

I love how he teaches me to play xbox instead of kissing me in the rain

I love how he won't take pictures with me and always says he has to fix his hair

I love the way he tries to be romantic but completely fails.

I love the way he loves me.