I miss my skinny beanpole of a hero. The one that snores and snuffles in his sleep then denies he did and then does it all over again. The one that never forgets to hold my hand or put his arm around my waist when we go out and gets pissy when I leave my fingers loose between his. The one that's as broke as I am but still buys me drinks and takes me places. The one that doesn't laugh when I get into girly outfits and actually takes me to go buy them. The one who rubs my feet when I can't walk anymore and lends me his shoes so I don't wear a hole into my tights. The only one that can make me feel small and female-like all the time with the best comfy spot on his chest for my head to rest on.

And the absolutely only one to abuse me on a regular basis just as much as I abuse him.

But he does it cause he loves me.

And that's why I love him.