January 25, 2012 by theresiugoes
Every night, he eats ’til he’s full, and then he holds his tummy and says “Ugh. I’m so full”
Every time I wake him up, he says “5 more minutes, 5 more minutes”
He always asks me if I want a drink.
He laughs at me when I’m sick (he thinks I’m a hypochondriac).
He gets so offended when I don’t like his weird Asian desserts.
He loves weird Asian desserts.
He always massages me when I ask. Then he asks for a massage.
He loves my family.
He cooks amazing Chinese food, and then asks me if I love it, with every mouthful.
He motivates me to do my assignments.
He works so hard on his assignments.
He falls for my lame jokes, every time.
I could keep going, but I won’t.