Every time I think I cannot fall more in love with her, I am proven wrong time and again.
The way she insists on squeezing from the back of the toothpaste to make the tube look 'even', the way she eats a circle around her burger to make each side not feel 'left out', and the way she always picks the bin with the least trash around the house to make sure they are 'equally fed' are some of her little quirks I have come to cherish.
Looking at her sleeping face beside me - older, more confident and mature, but still as beautiful as twelve years ago, and my heart still skips a beat, like an annoying squealing teenage girl with her crush.
When Beck heard we got together all those years ago, he sneered and said we wouldn't last two years, citing some 'scientific research' called 'lesbian bed death'.
I haven't been more delighted to prove him wrong.
