He does these little things that have the terrible wonderful effect of making me love him even more. It's hard. I didn't realize it was possible, and then when these things happen, the wellspring of love I have for him just overflows.
The other day after not talking on the phone for a couple days, he calls me. He pointed out that he'd rummaged through his jeep just to find his headphones so that he could talk to me on the phone, without getting frustrated 15 minutes in by his inability to hear me.
Yesterday, he told me all about this married woman who is crushing on him, to the point of reading her texts to me. The level of honesty there...
As he was leaving for Louisiana tonight, he got a call from a potential buyer for the tiny house. He called me directly afterwards to ask my opinion on what he should do.
There are times that I doubt his love, because I am unaccustomed to reciprocal affection. So, it blows me away when I see it in action. How much greater can the love I feel for him grow? How is even possible when there is no one I love more, and I love him with every fiber of my being?
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