where'd this come from?
i love you. i'm not sure what that means, but i'm pretty sure that it's true. i think it might mean that i want you around after i've decided i just want to be alone. or that i have this undeniable urge to gush to you after something good or bad or completely meaningless happens to me. maybe it's because things that have nothing to do with you make me think of you. shadows. leaves. my pulse. or maybe i love you because you make me a better person than i really am. the kind of person who should be loving you. even when you make me angry you're still the person i go to to say "I'M ANGRY!" and then i calm down. eventually. you put up with my bullshit as well as anyone i've ever known. you know me as well as anyone i've ever known. the taste of your tears upsets me. you mostly cry softly. you have an expressive face like my brother, a genuine desire to do good like my mother, a "take no shit" attitude like my other brother, and a full beard like my father. wait, scratch that last part. you have a.....quick wit like my father. you once told me you thought of me as family. you are family to me, too. family that i hump a lot. you're far too close to me to continuously be so far away. i think i'd like you to help me raise my kitten. he can be a handful, sometimes, and i could use your help. do you wanna go shopping for plates with fancy designs some time with me?