What I like the most about us would probably our random-ness. You know, share everything that comes in mind at the moment, even our deepest darkest secret that only ourselves know.
I love how you tell me all stories without the “can we talk?” sentence at the beginning. I love to see your facial expression when telling me something that you really like; when you’re so upset about everything and it ruined your whole mood into pieces; or when you talked drama, family drama. You’re the one that put the trust in me, listening to all your blabbering mouth.
Comfort is when I am with you, I mean laughing and singing along until it hurts. The best thing that could happen in my life’s having you as my sharing partner, and I would really bothered if someday I don’t have you again.