Growing up, Johan must have had his fair share of broccoli, because somewhere along his teenage years, he sprouted into the six-footer he is today. 6 feet and 2 inches to be exact. Or 190 cm if you dig the metric system.
Although I'm a measly 5ft3", I actually rarely think much about the foot that separates us. In fact, sometimes I look at him and think we're kind of equally tall. Give or take.
Of course, then there are days when he decides to use me as a leaning device, casually resting his elbow as well as his body weight on the top of my head. Or days when he sets up office at my tiny desk.
And then I realize dude is tall. And that someone may have shrunk our furniture.