He can get me so mad sometimes. How can he sleep when he knows I'm not happy?

I guess its the little things that he does makes the world of difference. We had a small run in last night and I was sleeping alone. He has no idea how mad I was. I had to leave the house and think and pray a little bit. About an hour later, I come back and notice his sleep was completely undisturbed. I let out a sigh of frustration and just read until I got tired.

He did something so small; so simple. For some reason, all of my angst left. I wasn't so angry anymore. I didn't need to ask him all those questions permeating in my head. That one gesture put me at ease and answered everything.

He's good at ticking me off, but he's even better at making me happy. I don't know what it is about him. He's different...but he fits.

Random pick me ups are the best.