I'm afraid to admit I love him, because that's just who I am. I love his laugh and how his eyes crinkle when he smiles. I think it's lovely that he wants a grand piano more than anything, because that reminds me of his nature. I like the feel of my head pressed to his chest and the sound it makes when I tap on his sternum and I really appreciate that he doesn't snore. I love how when I say bad things about myself he holds my head and his hands and repeats "no" until I understand. He's lovely.