He tells me im beutifull, not sexy. he tells me im amazing, though truth be told im not. he holds my short stuby hands, and never wants to let go. he wraps me in his arms and kisses my forhead. he opens the door and picks up my stuff. then he kissed me and he made my hart melt and my knees weaken. now all i want is to spend every day with him, and i want every kiss to be shared with him.