Mine tells me I am a very lovely and intelligent (for my own good) woman. I value his opinions over anyone else's, which is sad. A family member can tell me the same thing, but I only really believe it when he's saying it. I don't know why...

“I’m good at loving books. I’m good at loving soft bed sheets. I’m good at loving coffees and teas. I am good at loving things that can’t love me back, that don’t have the power to leave. And maybe, that’s why I love them.”