I’ll never lose appreciation for this thoughtful, poetic little wad of sunshine and funny and talent and brilliance.
If I were gay, he would make me not a lesbian even though that’s not how it really works.
The thought of him makes me grow a third leg.
Sometimes when I don’t see him for a very long time, I play us as a married couple with lots of children on The Sims 2, but it gets really weird so I have to stop.
His laughter makes African children not hungry.
Seeing his face makes me a little too excited, to an extent where it’s almost unhealthy.
He is my love, my other half, and my best friend.