He sneaks glimpses of me so he won’t get caught staring. He knows I notice, but figures it would be rude to openly gape. He waits for words to fall from my lips before he’ll start conversation, and once he starts, he won’t stop. He tickles my sides playfully and picks on me like we were still in elementary school. He worries about my problems as if they were his own and he loves me with all of him.