I love trying to count every single freckle on your arm.
I love the way you fix your hair after I mess it up.
I love how you try and convince me you aren't ticklish but I touch your armpit and you squeal like a little girl.
I love how proud you are when you shave and tell me to feel your cheeks and then every time you say "that's for you" while you rub the back of my hand on your face.
I love when you genuinely smile. Not for pictures, or when you're posing. But I catch you smiling with all your teeth every once in a while and when I asked you why you don't always smile like that you said you don't like your smile. Well I love it.
I love when you pretend like you're going to kiss me and then put your whole mouth over my nose and blow and it makes me snort. That will never ever ever fail to make me laugh.
I love you.
