Little things cheer me up. His way of cheering me up is odd...but..
I don't mind them at all. He's clumsy but...
very warm. Comfortable.
His hand is always warm when I'm cold (cold when I am warm),
His touch is very gentle,
His hugs are calming...
I always complain about him...I always doubt him...I always hurt him...
But deep down...he isn't so bad at all. ♥
There's just no romance...but at least the feelings are there. That's what counts, doesn't it?