Sappy shit... read at your own expense
I love the way you always have you cell phone permanently attached to your head. I love that you always call me baby... it makes me feel happy in my tingly place. I love the way you explain yourself to me even when we are on the same page. I love that on many things we are exactly alike... and I treasure the things about us that are so different. I love that you want to blow up and commit murder if someone cuts you off on the highway but big stuff you just let slide. I love how you get jealous when our waiter hits on me. I love how you play with my hair and I don't even have to ask. I love how you kiss my forehead or face when you think I am asleep. I love how we can lay for hours and watch anything on Comedy Central and be completely content until I inevitably fall asleep. I love how I can cuss like a sailor in front of you and it's funny but the first time I mouth the word "Fuck" coming out of a church bathroom you have a conniption fit and await the lord to smite me. I love that you put up with my brothers just to spend time with me. I love that you are able to spend all waking hours with me and we still have new things to discuss. I love that you are so intelligent and you act like I am just as intelligent especially when I have no idea what the hell you are talking about. I love the way you hold my hand and trace my crooked pinkies and act like it is the cutest thing in the world that my pinkies are bent in 90 degree angles. Most people would throw rocks and yell obscenities. I love how you flex in front of a mirror... Hulk style. I love how you grow stubble just cause I think it's sexy. I love how you hold my hair when my I.Q. and blood alcohol level are the same. Thank you for being you... and finding me.