His mental intelligence.
His depth.
His sense of humour.
His warmth.
His love.
His companionship.
His heart.
His beautiful eyes.
His nose and the smell of it.
The smell of his head.
His beautiful lion-like cheeks.
His sense of fashion.
His generosity.
How he held me when I was breaking.
Our conversations.
How he paid for dates even when it was tough and I couldn't.
How he respected me.
His laughter.
His smile.
His kisses.
His warm giant panda-like hugs.
His comfort.
His attention.
Our conversations.
And everything that comes in between.
Our songs, His dances, him wiggling, him expressing...
Why are periods so hard. And why am I missing him so much.
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