little things

“the thing is, louis, you’re perfect. yeah, you’re such a silly, silly boy, and i’m almost convinced your blood is made up of yorkshire tea, and you never wear socks and you never stop talking and you’re so loud, but i don’t care. because i love every single thing about you. even the annoying things, because they aren’t even annoying to me anymore. maybe they never were. that’s how love works, isn’t? when you love everything about a person so much that it hurts… and they love everything about you. and, i really hope you love everything about me, louis. it’s hard, almost impossible, but i really hope you do.”

or

when they become trivial, they fight, he proposes.