In No Particular Order.

1. Your smile. Pristine teeth and perfect lips. It’s more infections than all other smiles. When it appears, I feel my face copying.

2. You're my Best Friend. I have a few of them, but you’re the best; someone I would always prefer to spend my time with.

3. You complete me. It’s that scene from Jerry Maguire that I showed you, and from another movie I need to show you. It’s overused, but it (partly) describes my feelings. Content with life with you, like nothing’s missing.

4. Your work ethic. It’s inspiring. It represents how I would like to be. What a girl (boss).

5. You never complain when I’m late. I’m aware it’s always. You’ve never seemed to mind, you just seem glad to see me. You’re a very forgiving and understanding person.

6. You make me pick things. Like movies or snacks. It’s endearing: you’re always trying to put others above yourself. Sweet and Salty popcorn from now on, however.

7. Your Personality. It’s just fantastic. Here are some adjectives that come to mind: kind, compassionate, funny, intelligent, passionate, and caring.

8. The looks you give me. Like that original one in Oxo that started everything. I get goosebumps every time.

9. The way you change your hairstyles. Curly, Straight, Up, Down, it all looks great. But the change draws my attention. Reminding me how attractive you are each time. It’s that song “Fresh Eyes“.

10. The way you call me out if I say something wrong, without thinking. I need someone to challenge me and question my views. You put me in my place. And when my pride recovers, I’m always very thankful for it.

11. You tell me I look good. Often I don’t, but you say it anyway. It’s new and odd for me, but inevitably I love it.

12. Your sense of humour. I always find myself cracking up when I’m with you. Just no more turtle sex (for now).

13. Your lingo that I’ve picked up. You’ve instilled words like treacherous and certain catchphrases into my speech. I find it really cute. I love saying them.

14. Your disposition and inclinations that I’ve, also, picked up. I’ve even started to laugh like you sometimes. *covers mouth*

15. The way we are with other people. When I’m with you and others are there, it’s like we are together interacting with them, rather than independently. For some reason I love it. It points to a deeper bond between just the two of us.

16. The way you mouth you love me. Like in the library, or over dinner. There’s social etiquette that stops you from saying it loudly, but I love that you still make the effort to let me know.

17. The way you go “awhhh”. A noise of pure affection and love. Only heard by me and the dogs.

18. The proudness I feel introducing you to people. Everyone else can see how great you are and I’m proud you’re mine. I’m proud to walk around with you and proud to accompany you to events.

19. The way you message me. Often quickly, like you’re excited about my message. “Hey baby“ or “Hey you“ are personal favourites.

20. The way you laugh after saying hello on the phone. It’s sweet. After all this time there are still some nerves there.

21. The way you hug me. Tightly like you don’t want to let me go. And sometimes on your tiptoes to give me that consumed feeling.

22. The way you care for me. You ask me things like what’s wrong and how are you, and actually care about the answer. It feels odd being asked such questions. But it means a lot.

23. How you know what I’m thinking. Perhaps, sometimes before I know myself. You’re able to predict what I’m going to do, before I do it, a scary amount of the time.

24. The softness of your face. When I rub my face against yours it’s warm, soft and smooth. It just feels really good (the same applies to your whole body also).

25. How thoughtful you are. You think about and analyse things beyond anything I’ve ever done. I love it.

26. That you bought me flowers. Inevitably I had never been bought them before, and I loved them. You even got me CeraVe! Again, it shows how kind and thoughtful you are.

27. You platting my hair. Or your want to pluck my eyebrows. It feels intimate. I love you playing with my hair (perhaps I’ll enjoy the eyebrow surgery less so, however).

28. The way I can look at photos of you and feel happy. It feels me with bliss and brings a smile to my face each time. Seeing you, even when it’s not in person, my brain associates with only good things.

29. The way you drive. It’s sexy watching you do it, especially since it’s something I’m still yet to learn. I get to admire you for as long as I want, and you have to keep your eyes on the road.

30. The way you do that little run when you’re late. Or trying to get somewhere quicker. The way you run is itself cute, but the intention to run so you get there quicker is also very cute.

31. The way you try to give me food. You seem to care about me more than I care about myself sometimes. I come to your room, get fed, get to see you and leave far happier each time. Thank you for all the bananas over this year.

32. The way you impress my parents and brother. If there’s ever a good sign you’ve met the one, then this is it. My dad sends you things to read, and gives me advice so I don’t mess up. My mum and brother also adore you.

33. The way you still worry about how you look around me, or what garments you have on. My mum was correct: you would look good in a paper bag. And this same applies to a green bra or glasses. It’s endearing the way you care, but you look amazing at all times.

34. The way I am myself around you. I don’t think I am truly myself around anyone else. It’s comforting that there’s someone I can be myself around, and who still likes me despite of it.

35. How we can always find something to talk about. We’ve got to the stage where we don’t need to talk and things won’t be awkward. But most of the time we are chatting away anyway. Sometimes at the cost of your sleep.

36. The way we think of our future together. I’m determined to stick to the marriage plan. And at some point, (non-tiny) babies…

37. Your style. You always put together a carefully selected and colour-coordinated outfit that looks great. Your perfection is displayed even in your outfits. I love it.

38. The way you’re so organised. It’s both inspiring and cute. Like before, you’re so perfect that even your planning is perfect. Consider how you prepare for tutorials and don’t miss deadlines…

39. Your silent laugh. It took me an explanation from you and seeing it first-hand to understand it, but it’s just fantastic when on occasion you employ it. It’s really really cute.

40. The PDA when you’re drunk. From the R&B room in Atik, to during the bop. When we have enough alcohol we stop caring about what others think and I love it.

41. When you sit on me in the bay window. You put your legs over mine, and give me a hug. It increases my happiness tenfold in as many seconds.

42. The way you value my opinion. When you describe legal theories or other things, you seem to be interested in my take on it. I know very little but I love discussing it nonetheless.

43. A lack of arguments. Maybe that’s for the future. But we seem to be in a really healthy place right now, and I can’t see myself having the shouting variety of arguments with you. You’re very good at dealing with conflict without anger.

44. The way you look at baby photos. And the way you look at pictures of your dogs. It’s sweet and I want to be a parent with you one day, with a dog.

45. The way I still learn things about you. We know each other very well by now, but I still learn new things from your past all the time. Like your disco Macarena shenanigans at holiday resorts.

46. The way you regard how untidy your room is when it really isn’t. It cracks me up every time, but I love it. Even your room has to be perfect. And you’ve done well at training me too, I now wash up properly (sometimes).

47. The way you try to get me to sign correctly when I’m clearly tone-deaf. At this point, I might be a lost cause, but I love that you continue to ask me to try. Most of the time, I have the phrase stuck in my head for the following days.

48. The way you tell me I’ve got to live a long life (for you as much as for me). It means a lot and it again shows your caring nature. I endeavour to (as long as we stay together).

49. The way you say my name if I’ve done something wrong. For instance, when you smell cigarettes on your breath. It’s almost worth it for the pure care and love I feel when you disappointedly say it this way.

50. That I trust you. I could trust you with anything and everything, and I have. You can also trust me. I love that you’ve told me things such as about your parents, that you haven’t told anyone else.

51. When you don’t wear makeup. You often describe yourself as looking treacherous but it couldn’t be farther from the truth. I love that you look good no matter what, such is your natural beauty. With no effort, you still look stunning.

52. Your eyes. Captivating to say the least. Big, bright and a gorgeous colour. I love how the colour seems to change depending on the lighting also. Sometimes they look emerald green, other times more hazel. They are mesmerising.

53. Your elegance. You hold yourself in a certain way. I’ve noticed it, and others have set it to me. It’s might be why you almost got the Kate Middleton role.

54. The way you twitch (subtly) when you fall asleep. It reminds me of the Good Will Hunting scene when he mentions this is the “good stuff“, that no one else knows about. It means you’ve fallen asleep and are dreaming so I like it. In fact, I love these little idiosyncrasies.

55. The outside interest in you. I like that you had a number of options and that men still try to DM you. Of all the options, you picked me. I love it.

56. When you share your food with me. More than just giving me sustenance in your room, I seem to get 1.25 meals when we eat out. It’s impressive that you’re disciplined enough to leave it, and I’m very happy to eat it for you.

57. The way you drink iced coffee at every opportunity. It’s another idiosyncrasy that I really just love. I love that you have the confidence to order them in the depths of winter.

58. You make my bed smell fantastic. I notice it when you don’t sleep over and I sleep on your side of the bed. You smell great all the time and you leave the bed smelling great also.

59. You’re gentle, with me. I love the way you touch me and hug me. I love the way you worry about my arm going dead when we spoon, or how you try and make sure I have enough duvet - in a sleepy haze just throwing it over my way.

60. You’re never too tired or busy for a cuddle before sleep. Even with the workload you’ve had this term and all the early mornings, I love that we still spend time cuddling and talking before rolling apart to sleep.

61. The way I miss you when I haven’t seen you in just 2 hours. Lucy withdrawals happen quickly and they hit hard. I love spending time with you, and sometimes I feel at a loss when I’m not.