John liked you. He liked you more than he had liked anyone, he loved you. He hadn’t felt this way in a very, very long time as he wasn’t the youngest. But that didn’t matter to you when you called his name, or gifted him things, watching his lips curl up into a smile, his mustache rubbing against your cheek when he kissed you. "You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me," He’d sigh, holding you tight. "I don’t deserve you. But I’m never gonna let you go."