Speaking words of his magnificence.
He’s unbelievably charming. Very handsome, always happy.
So sweet and silly. Argumentative and stubborn. So genuine.
Annoyingly adorable and full of surprises.
He doesn’t give a good goddamn about protocol. He ditched formalities a long time ago and he says ‘Fuck’ a lot.
He will never hesitate to tell me when I’m being an idiot.
He loves Star Wars and heavy metal. Chocolate chip cookies and horrible movies.
He’s always willing to share his Gummy Bears with me.
He’s got a screw -or thirty- loose.
He gets cranky when he’s hungry, and hides a temper under all his easy charm.
He’s smart as hell and more than a little funny. An all heart wrapped in sandpaper.
He can make my day brighter. He wants me to be happy.
He’s knows exactly what to say to make me smile.
It’s impossible for me not to adore him above all things -even pepperoni pizza-. I still have no idea why I am the recipient of his affection, but I know I will spend the rest of my days being grateful that I had a chance at happiness with him. A man who is strong enough to deal with me and my bullshit.
That takes guts, and I like guts.
