Thousand

Oliver loved a thousand things about Percy; the way he smiled when something was funny, the way he forgot his surroundings when he was reading a book, the way the light would catch his glasses, everything.
      Oliver knew he would do anything for Percy, anything, Percy would only have to ask. He would walk a thousand miles if Percy wanted him to, he would read other things instead of only Quidditch magazines if Percy wanted him to, anything.
      And there was one more thing Oliver was certain about: he would never stop loving Percy. He felt like he had loved Percy for a thousand years and he would love him for a thousand more.