He picked me flowers at the red light. He didn't care that the light turned green. I said they were pretty, that's all he needed to hear to pick them just for me.
He's the only one who noticed my cuts and seen through my lies. He can see my suffering. From him, it's impossible to hide.
I'm too scared to tell him I love him. Instead I say things like "I love you..r necklace". I think he understands. He pulls me closer and plants a tender kiss.
He skipped his nap so I wouldn't go to the fair alone. I know it's not his typical event. Nobody has ever given me the care he's shown. He could've got more rest. He could've stayed home. I love that he actually showed.
Shaking my leg from crippling anxiety. He notices every time and holds my knee tightly. I don't understand how he could love someone like me. Maybe I'm just being delusional again, that's entirely likely.
