Little things.

Your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me but bear this in mind it was meant to be. And I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks. And it all makes sense to me.

I know you've never loved the crinkles by your eyes when you smile. You've never loved your stomach or your thighs, the dimples in you back at the bottom of your spine. But I'll love them endlessly.

You can't go to bed without a cup of tea and maybe that's the reason that you talk in your sleep, all those conversations are the secrets that I keep. Thought it makes no sense to me.

I know you've never loved the sound of your voice on tape. You never want to know how much you weigh, you still have to squeeze into your jeans. But, you're perfect to me.

You'll never love yourself half as much as I love you. You'll never treat yourself right, darling. But I want you to, if I let you know, I'm here for you. Maybe you'll love yourself, like I love you.

I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth but if I do, it's you, they add up to. I'm in love with you, and all these little things.