She didn't know why. She didn't know why he loved him, why she needed to be with him whenever she could. She just did. That was just the way it was, the way it had been for years. But she never stopped to think about why she really loved him.
His eyes, she thought, smiling. They were a bright ocean blue, beautiful, as if he could see everything about her clearly without even trying.
His goofy crooked smile. It was so cute and charming at the same time. How he used it when he was looking for forgiveness, because he knew that to her, it was equal to a child doing puppy-dog eyes to get something they want.
His humour. He could be very immature at times, she supposed. Oh, who was she kidding, he was always immature. But he was adorable. He was so funny, and he could always cheer her up after a bad work day.
As she thought about it, she realised she could go on forever. She loved everything about him. His orange hair, his clumsiness, even his tactlessness.
She loved his heart, with all her heart. He was all she needed. And she knew that as long as she had him, everything would be fine.
Too bad they broke up a week later. (I'm kidding, ignore that, I'm just in too bad of a mood to give anyone a happy ending.)