Why do I love him?

I love him for a million and one reasons. One is the way he wakes up in the morning. He wakes up with a smile. He wakes up with a smile and he gets out of bed with determination and force. As if he is on to something. Something good. Every morning he amazes me with this exceptional, curious behaviour, totally foreign to me. It is like a physical expression of emotional strength.

He is fearless of the day, of reality. Of royalty. Intrepid. He is delighted to confront the obstacles on his way. The complete opposite of me at 6.30 a.m. That's why I love him.