He makes me smile.
He makes me laugh.
Sometimes he makes me cry.
He makes me happy.
He makes me angry.
Sometimes he makes me want to scream.
He chauffeurs me here, there and everywhere.
He sits quietly when I watch the Great British Bake Off.
He gets annoyed if I talk during Match of the Day.
He sings to me.
And makes up lyrics all about me baking in the kitchen.
He kisses me goodbye everyday before he leaves for work.
He holds my hand.
He hugs me tight.
He holds my hair back when I’m sick.
He dries my tears.
He believes that I can be anything that I want to be.
Even when I don’t.
Especially when I don’t.
He loves me.
Loves me more than I could ever have hoped to be loved.
I love him.
So much I sometimes fear my heart might burst.