It's the little things. 

 

It's when you catch him smiling just looking at you. 

 

It's when he reaches for your hand when he sees your heart sink. 

 

It's when he treats you like you're strong when you smile through the pain. 

 

It's when he kisses away your headaches. 

 

It's when he comes running just from hearing your voice. 

 

It's when he pulls you up and hugs you when he knows you don't even want to stand. 

 

It's when you feel like the world is going to hell but he still just wants to lay with you. 

 

It's when he knows that kissing you won't cure your tears but he does it anyway. 

 

It's when he doesn't say he loves you, but he doesn't have to. You know. It's not even a question. 

 

It's when you think you don't deserve the world but he tries his damn best to give you the universe. 

 

It's when he sees your life falling apart and before you can ask he's picking up the pieces. 

 

It's the little things.