The thing about him is that I can run a river over the teeniest, most reckless things and he still thinks I look good. His arms are the safest place for me on this earth, and whenever I reach for him, he is always responding in the kindest manner.
Cos in the most random of times, he crosses my mind, when he is nowhere near me I think of him, am holding his hand and heart.
Knowing that if I ever go to him, hearing his key on the door will be the best part of my day, him walking into a room with me would be my medicine, My face will always light up and he will be taking my breath away.
The thing about him is knowing that I can always count on him to hold my hand I need him, to show me love when I'm messed up and knowing that he is nothing, but Consistence.
I love my Consistence.
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