It’s in the way he proudly smiles while gently teasing me in front of his friends and family.
It’s in the way he thrives on my happiness.
It’s in the way that he kisses my forehead and strokes my face when he thinks I’m sleeping.
It’s in the way that he includes me in almost all of this plans.
It’s in the way he looks at me when someone brings up a topic that coincides with one of our private jokes.
It’s in the way that he sweetly demands my affection before I leave for work every morning.
It’s in the way his friends all seem to know things about me before I tell them.
It’s in the solo dance parties that he does just to make me laugh.
It’s in the dinners he cooks for me, the wine he buys for me, the plants he gives me, the theater tickets he purchases, the TV shows he records for me.
It’s in the way he calls me “baby” like I’m something special to him.
I don’t think he’s going anywhere. I hope I’m right.