Sunday, February 22, 2009

my star, my star


10. I love how silly you are. That kind of, cross-eyed six-year-old silly. You make me feel like a little girl, like I’m seven again and curled up on the dark green corduroy wrap-around sofa in my Dad’s living room, giggling with you and watching Sailor Moon. Like I used to do when I was little.

9. I love your eyes. I love blue eyes. But more specifically, yours. Because they’re on you. On your perfect face, with your perfect smile and your perfect cheeks and your perfect chin and your perfect everything. You are my Ole’ Black and Blue Eyes.

8. I love your music. Everything you listen to. I love the way your ears pick up on the melody, on the undercurrents. I love the way you let music flow through you and inspire you, the way it is your life. Your background music to your movie.

7. I love it when you’re half asleep and you’re just listening to me ramble about something stupid. Something unimportant. But you don’t say a thing - not until I stop talking. The way you sleepily murmur something in that cute little voice of yours. It makes me feel like the most important person in your world, like you are the most important person in mine.

6. I love how you are the only person who can call me names and I won’t get offended by it.

5. I love it when you call me and you’re in the car. Like I can be with you wherever you go, I can listen to what you to and pretend I’m there watching you. Perfect, amazing you.

4. I love how you understand everything about me. From why I hate leaving my house to why an altered reality is more real to me than almost anything but you. I love that even though you aren’t like me, in the sense that you could be content never leaving your house for anything important again, you understand what it’s like and you don’t push me to do things I’m not ready to do.

3. I love that you put up with my bullshit. With the achy, emo moodswings an the uncontrollable anger. I love that you’re waiting for me with open arms when I’m done with my temper tantrums and you pull me close afterwards. I love that despite that, you’ll never let me go.

2. I love how you are my exact opposite. Everything I am, you aren’t, in all but one thing and then you challenge me to become better, you push me to my limits there and you make my talent, my art - OUR art, expand and grow into something beautiful and amazing.

1. I love YOU. Your body, your mind (our mind?), your smile, your laugh, every little insecurity and flaw that makes you perfect for me. Like the edges of a broken heart, you fit against me so perfectly and so flawlessly that I couldn’t ever imagine living without you. My other half. My heart. My soul. My life. You.

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