I think adding the word “just" implies simplicity. It’s just the way he speaks. Just the way his beautiful big brown eyes look each day. It’s just the way the sun sits behind the clouds. It’s just the way the rain falls, just the way it pitter-patters, just the rainy season. It’s just comforting. It just makes me want to sleep, to feel the coolness of the pillow under me and his warm breath behind me. It’s just the way he romanticizes everything. It just makes little things become big things and big things become little things. It’s just…