It's Monday, he is playing the piano. He misses a key and smiles cheekily. His dimples pop. I love you. It's Tuesday, he cooks the most delicious meal. He waits for me to take the first bite and is super happy when I tell him how tasty it is. I love you. It's Wednesday, he peels a tangerine for me without asking. He doesn't ask me to take it, he brings it to my mouth instead. I open my mouth and eat it. I love you. It's Thursday, he knows I'm tired after work and hugs me tight. He sends flowers at work the next day with a note saying he is proud of me. I love you. It's Friday, it's raining hard and he hands me a heating pack and an umbrella as I leave the house. "Don't catch a cold.", he says. I love you. It's Saturday, we are slow dancing to a jazz song in the kitchen light. I love you. It's Sunday, he has the happiest smile on his face while eating the chicken his brother sent. It's his favourite but he shares it with me despite knowing he doesn't need to. I love you.