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He doesn't use his words, but he tells me he loves me, a hundred times a day, in a hundred different ways. He tells me with his eyes, when he wakes up and I'm the first person he sees. He smiles the faintest of smiles, with his puffy morning-eyed slumber and I know I'm the luckiest person in the world.