He’s so smart and has shit shit together when you need someone to have it together, you know? He’s so smart. He doesn’t give himself credit for it, but he really is. He’s there for you but he won’t make a big deal about it. He knows how to be calm through any situation when everyone else would be making a huge deal about it.
I love that he doesn’t know how brilliant he really is. It’s not like I love him just because he’s the first guy to give two shits about me who wasn’t a family member - There are things about him that make me genuinely happy - Like when he talks to his family and his Trinidadian accent comes out and he gets shy over it - Or the fact that he’s the one who opened my mind up to stop being so shy over talking about some things. And the fact that he won’t remember any other girl’s birthday, but the minute I ask “Sanjeev, when’s my birthday?” he tells me what it is like it’s a reflex. Even the fact that he gives me a cooking show via Skype when he’s stoned. I love that he blushes when I call him adorable. I love that he can make me smile just by acting really goofy. I love that even the most ridiculous unshaven movember face of his can still look like the cutest thing on the face of the planet. I love that I can never stop listing all the things I love about him.
It’s not some shallow love - shallow love doesn’t last for 5+ years