… how you try to make the perfect over medium eggs in the morning but they always seem to break. i love how you put it over the toast to hide it/make the toast soak up the yolk. i love how our hands always find each other, and how we can tell what the other person is thinking by a simple squeeze. i love how honest you’ve made me be with you. hell, i love how honest you’ve made me be with myself. i love that you let me “nap” on roadtrips, even though my naps always turn into hour-long comas. i love that we can switch and neither person bitches about it. i love when you make goofy faces at me even though you think you’re not cute and that i’m laughing at you instead of with you. i love having food babies together and poking at each other until it hurts too much to laugh. i love never feeling like im being judged. i love being scrubby and still knowing that im your princess. i love how safe you make me feel. i love all our inside jokes and secret gossip sessions before bed. i love that you’re the one person i share my incredible life with… and that you share yours with me. i love when you have to take out three computers, a harddrive and records at the security line at the airport and blush in embarrassment ‘cuz the grandma behind you is pissed at how long you need to unpack and repack everything. i love your music. i love that with each passing day and each moment we spend together, i fall more and more in love with you. i love that we can’t bicker for longer than 30 minutes because the silence is too overwhelming. i love that you’re willing to listen to me complain about the smallest things and everytime i ask “am i a bitch?” you’ll indulge me and say “no” with a smile. i love how much you’ve taught me about myself, about the world and about love. i love realizing that there’s infinitely more to learn.
i love you.
… but i hate the distance.