Eleven to Twenty.

Eleven. The way he never seems to let me listen to what I want to on the radio, even though he knows every single word to most of the songs.

Twelve. The respect that he has for my parents.

Thirteen. The way that he would do anything for my parents and my little brother.

Fourteen. The way that he suggests we go to my brother's baseball game's because he wants my brother to know that he supports him.

Fifteen. His sincere apologies.  (I know they're sincere because he's the type of person who won't apologize unless he means it.)

Sixteen. The fact that he hates when I bring up my ex-boyfriends.  (And not because he's jealous or anything;  he claims that I "change" when I talk about them.  He mentioned something about how my face becomes extremely solemn when I do, and it seems as though I'm reliving every second of our break-up and he doesn't like to see me upset like that, or so he says.)

Seventeen. How hard he works.  For everything.  Especially his future, like college, his career, his future family, and that sort of thing.

Eighteen. The way he will (eventually) tell me anything that I ask him.  Especially about the whole "deepest fear" thing.

Nineteen. His love for Eric Church. ♥

Twenty. The fact that he reads, and not just the sports books;  he reads books that are considered "real literature".