He gets mad when I cross the road without looking left. He says, for Christ’s sakes stop drinking caffeine have a tea instead. He walks to my house in the dark when I’m crying and he stands outside in the pouring rain while I pick myself up.
He gathers all my loose strands of hair and calls me a lion. He laughs with me when I am clumsy (which is often). He says hugs are better than kisses because you use your whole body and I would tend to disagree, except his arms feel so much like home.
When he’s sad he rests his head upon my shoulder, when I make him sad he’s quiet and hurt, but never cold. When I make him laugh I think the sun was modelled on his smile, I’ve been in winter but he feels a lot like spring.