I watch him when he is not looking.

The way his jaw clenches when he is driving.

The way he sighs when he is mad,

Or he simply has something to say.

The way he stares at me, when he thinks I am not looking,

The way he trails his fingers, up and down my back beacuse it is soothing.

I notice things he probably doesn't notice he does

And he'll think it is because I love him.

But it is because he loves me.