I still have the ring you gave me; the one from the St. Patrick's Day cupcake you were saving, but offered to me anyways.

I love how you always laugh at my jokes, even when they're lame. Your faith in my humor astounds me.

I love how you embraced me last year despite my youthful stupidity and excessive use of profanity, whilst I said distasteful things about my peers like, "He was the douchiest douche who ever douched a douche," and you were totally cool with that.

I love how you know exactly what to say to make me crack up whenever I'm pissed off, which was most of the time back in the day.

I love that we agree on how "varied" and "interesting" (******* terrible) most young peoples' tastes in music and clothing are these days. Mutual hatred is the tie that binds.

I love how you're not afraid to be the ******* coolest cat that ever lived; standing on a desk, taking down drawings from your students' history projects and trying to rap at the same time. Your rendition of Super Bass lives on in my heart forever.

You can bake. You can ******* bake, and I love that ****. I imagine you baking all the time, taking pies and cakes out of the oven with your little oven mitts on. In my head, it honestly looks like you have dolphin flippers for hands, and I'm so sorry about that.

I love how you seem to know whenever I think about delicious pastries, because you always offer them to me when they pop into my head. I usually decline because I don't want you to think I'm a glutton (because I am). I'm sure you know that I have a weakness for those sugar-laced, glorified drugs. Who doesn't?

I absolutely love how you hang all your clothes with hangers of only a specific color (God help you if you hang his pants with seafoam green hangers).

I love you waiting 2 hours every day with me after school when you had an infinite number of other things you could have been doing.

I love you for caring for me. I love being near you.

Whatever trickery I have done to have you be apart of my life in any way must've been fantastic.

When I met you, I was angsty, hateful, lonely, and sad; but now look at me, my *** is full of sunshine, and it's all thanks to you.
lightleaks lightleaks
18-21, F
Sep 23, 2012