You are someone's favorite person. The way you laugh. Your kind heart. Your sense of humor. The way you make problems melt away with a loving hug or a shoulder to cry on. And it's tough to remember that sometimes. But it is true. You are appreciated for simply being you.
someone that misses me throughout the day, wants to talk to me, wants to hear how my day is going, wants to video chat when we both are free just to see each other.
I think the purest form of love is just wanting someone to notice life with you. "taste this. look at that. hear this song." again and again. until you can't imagine noticing life without them.