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Everyday I love him. I love to see that childlike face. I love to be swept away by that childlike charm. From his looks, his dewy-eyed innocence, to his expressions. He is so child-alike.

I love it that when I talk, he would just roll his eyes, looking everywhere as if not hearing anything. And when he does listen, he listens in round-eye wonder. Oh, I just love that.

I love to smell him. I love his scent. It’s like a drug that soothes away tensions, takes away stress, and relaxes your being. Okay, that's super for a description -- just takes away my stress is enough (hehe). And I don't know how many times I would put my nose on him. He smells like a child and smells so manly at the same time (naks)!

I love to hear him. He’s a good talker. He knows just something about anything. I have been observing this trait carefully, checking if he has a tendency to be a bighead, knew-it-all jerk; but no, he is not. This is the effect of the curious him. He is so curious, just like a child. And he sings well, how's that! He’s a frustrated rock star! Ssssshhh!

And I love what he does. He is smart and quick. I love it when he puts his forefinger and thumb below his chin making a thinking-mode move. He’s so like a child. I imitate it just so to see if I have the same cute effect like him; but I think it's a flop (haha!).

Well, these are just some of his simple wonders. And he’s coloring me happy. ^_^

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