Cloud's love wasn't flowers-and-jewelry.

His job obstructed any movie dates, and he forgot Christmas regularly.

In fact, whenever the two of you weren't in bed, it didn't seem you were anything but friends.

But there was love.

One morning, he opened his eyes to find you awake. The sun was coming up behind you, and your eyes were trained on him.

"You look beautiful." He seemed surprised to have said it.

"I'm all sweaty from last night, I have eye crusties, and I have chocobo hair."

"You're beautiful, all the same."

"I love you, blind person."

"I love you more."