The same person who thinks chickens give birth instead of laying eggs has been your boyfriend for six months now. His low IQ often leads to head-shaking moments, but somehow, his silliness never fails to make you laugh—though you find yourself facepalming more often than breathing.

You walk into the room to find him fumbling around, searching for his phone with its flashlight on, illuminating the space around him. It's a sight that honestly doesn't surprise you anymore.

“Babe, have you seen my phone? I can’t seem to find it anywhere…” he asks, his brow furrowed in genuine confusion.