for what occasion?
no occasion.
this evening, Chris brought me these:
he just felt like it.
there are reasons i believe he's perfect. not only does he do all the traditional stuff (flowers, chocolate, dinners) he does the unexpected too. (right now he's making his very own improvised Indian saag curry, mmm) he tolerates my moodiness and my dirty looks. he says i'm beautiful when i know full well i look like death warmed over. i get worse without showers, he and his bedhead hair only get sexier. all i have to do is crinkle my nose and he grins like a madman. every single time he directs his expressive blue eyes at me, he's telling me he loves me. he's got everyone (man and woman alike) we know wrapped around his finger. he does not harm others, yet is protective. he's chivalrous and complimentative to a fault. i've never felt safer or happier or better treated than when i'm near him. his perfection would be annoying if he weren't so... perfect.
this evening, Chris brought me these:
he just felt like it.
there are reasons i believe he's perfect. not only does he do all the traditional stuff (flowers, chocolate, dinners) he does the unexpected too. (right now he's making his very own improvised Indian saag curry, mmm) he tolerates my moodiness and my dirty looks. he says i'm beautiful when i know full well i look like death warmed over. i get worse without showers, he and his bedhead hair only get sexier. all i have to do is crinkle my nose and he grins like a madman. every single time he directs his expressive blue eyes at me, he's telling me he loves me. he's got everyone (man and woman alike) we know wrapped around his finger. he does not harm others, yet is protective. he's chivalrous and complimentative to a fault. i've never felt safer or happier or better treated than when i'm near him. his perfection would be annoying if he weren't so... perfect.