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Sometimes I have no idea how I was so lucky to have found

salvbard in my life. A few thoughts collected over the last few weeks.

I love that:

he brings me home one of those "apple pie in a box" food-like guilty pleasures if he goes to McDonalds
when I start to stir in the morning, he just murmurs and snuggles closer
he knows when I need more space and when I just need a hug
he respects my ability to figure things out for myself
but is patient when I need help
he will sing me my silly little songs to cheer me up
he is able to find every knot in my body and help remove them
he always wants the same thing for breakfast but claims it is new and exciting
he always takes time to notice the effort I have put into something
that he values my creativity
that he wants a photo of himself in Frankfurt with a frankfurter

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