Like normal, happy couples.

She cooks breakfast for him, and he kisses her on the freckles. She snugs in on Winter days, and he plays with her hair. She breathes in the familiar scent of his skin, and he closes his eyes as they hug. She wears his oversized T-shirt to sleep, and he loves her for that. They hold hands in the tram, and share an ice cream. They walk on the park, and share plenty of inside jokes. They quietly smile at each other every now and then--because they don't really need words to express their euphoria.

You know, like normal, happy couples.