Chan still couldn’t quite believe it. In a few days, he would celebrate his relationship’s 3rd year and one year of living with the love of his life. He always pictured it, from the moment he met Felix, how wonderful it would be to live together with him. To go to sleep holding him and wake up in the same position. To open his eyes and have Felix looking at him as he slept. Chan found it endearing no matter if Felix sometimes thought it was a bit creepy, but he couldn’t stop himself. “You’re too handsome for me to not look at you” he always said, making Chan blush furiously.

But what Chan loved the most were the little details that were littered all around his apartment. He loved seeing Felix’s toothbrush next to his in the bathroom while he brushed his teeth. He loved seeing Felix’s mug next to his in the kitchen when he poured coffee in his own mug. He loved seeing Felix’s hoodie on the couch, hanging loosely from one of the armrests. He loved seeing Felix’s shoes and slippers next to his in the entrance.

On the few occasions Chan wouldn’t wake up to Felix watching him sleep, he would wake up to his sweet voice singing while making breakfast. Felix rarely had time to make breakfast for the both of them to eat at the same time because he was busy with his bakery so Chan particularly liked those mornings. Those mornings, Chan would eat before showering because he loved how good Felix smelled. “I smell just like you, love” Felix would say, giggling, but Chan