He's got brown hair and blue eyes. He's the perfect height for me to hold. He loves me, even when I'm going insane. He rarely holds my hand, because he usually ends up playing with my fingers instead. He looks into my eyes and smiles. His bottom teeth are crooked, his ears are lop-eared and I love it. When he's in a good mood, I can tell because he starts to make up imaginary stories, like a little kid. When he is turned on, I can tell because there comes a sudden urgency in his kisses. I know him, and he knows me.