“Your voice is about the only real calming thing I know I have.”

While he doesn’t say much when it comes to these type of things, when he does, they’re something else.

The best things are always the simplest of things. And they don’t really teach you that anywhere else. Until life comes along. You wake up sick in bed, and he’s there. And the hot bowl of soup that he puts on your lap is enough to melt your heart. He puts on a movie and tells you it’s Disney. Your smile quite isn’t enough to tell him what he needs to hear.

You realize you look awful, lacking sleep, feeling terrible. But he holds your face in his hands and tells you you’re beautiful. You are the prettiest little thing he’s ever seen and wouldn’t want it any other way. He picks you up, and spins you around as if nothing else mattered.

Night falls and ice cream sounds like a wonderful reward for sleeping away the pain of being sick. He throws your hood on because he cares more about you than you do, and your steps on the sidewalk are in sync with his. You jump on him after you’ve finished your ice cream and wish for time to stop and capture this moment.

He whispers the things that give your heart wings, and you remember how the best things are always such simple things.