Kissing. And more kissing. And more. And more. That’s how to make her smile. There’s actually scientific evidence on this. Google it.
He’s my breath of fresh air and I am his oxygen. It’s like when you finally kiss a man you can’t live without the taste of, you find out that oxygen is just a tool you use to take breaks between living around and without each other throughout the parts of the day. I can’t live without him.