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I know his coffee order, and the way he closes his eyes and bites his lower lip when something is "amiss" I know all his marks, freckles and scars in his skin. I know the smell of his breath in the evening,  in the afternoon and even his morning breath.

 I know how he sleeps because there were so many nights that I have watched him slept while tracing his eyes and his lips with my hand.

I know the sound of his laugh because even in a distance I would recognize his laughter and voice.

I know that I would move heaven and earth to be there for him when he needs me. I know that I love him.