this is a tiny update sorry. :(
i think i love him too. i mean surely i cant know what love is for sure but, if this is anything like what love feels like, then i love love.
i love his hair in the morning, when he's just woken up and i ask him a complicated question and 'his brain cant work that early' and he cocks his head to the side and his hair flops over, yeah that. i love how his tshirts sit on him, perfectly on his shoulders and droopy at the bottom, i love how he strongly enjoys good coffee, just the small things that he thinks nobody notices. i even love how he types on his laptop when hes trying to send an email to his mum but then he backs out and shakes his head a little. i love how every night before i go to sleep he slips a note under my door thats says
'Dream big. X'
