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I loved hearing his laugh.
I loved feeling him cling onto me when he cried.
I loved his hair,
his scent,
his smile,
his eyes,
the way his nose wrinkles just a bit when he speaks and sings,
the way he runs his hand through his hair so much when he’s nervous,
the tremble of his jaw before he bursts out laughing,
the way he has built-in smile lines,
the way he has a double-giggle,
the way he walks as if he’s the king of the world,
the way he hugs so tightly-always being the one whose arms go under,
the way he checks in on people when they sniffle even if its just a runny nose,
the way he always offers to help,
the way his eyes twinkle when he’s happy,
the way he juts his bottom lip out when he’s thinking,
the way he readjusts his glasses when he thinks he has a good idea,
the way he buttons his shirts- bottom to top,
the way he always recognizes your footsteps before he sees you,
the way he instinctively knows your perfume.
I love it all. I love my Prongsie.