You understand the humor in a huge statue of Jesus that has no feet or making the pets talk in funny voices. You laugh along with me when I am laughing so hard that I can't even speak up to tell you what it is I find so funny.
We don't call each other honey, baby or darling. It's just "booskie"...simple as that.
Quackie and the purse guy don't confuse you. You just go along with it. This understanding even stretches far over the bras and panties guy and the roller coaster factory comment.
You think it's wrong for anybody to steal a cross.
There's no bullshit from you. You tell me like it is, regardless if I want to hear it or not. You give me space when it's needed and cease comment when I just want you to hold me. With one glance, I knew you were it. We have our own language that others can see, even if they don't understand it.
Many times they don't...and I love you for that too.
Sometimes I forget we aren't the only two in the room. I'm so enthralled by everything you do, even if it's just talking to yourself.
We have full conversations with the pets....even if the other person isn't home to listen to the conversation. Regardless, we always fill each other in where needed.
You've taken over cleaning the litterboxes.(Sorry. I'll try to get better at that...)
You drove with me all the way to Pensacola to go to a friend of mines' wedding, not even having met him, putting your life in danger via choking on a kit-kat and dealing with me trying to hold back my laughter from the delirium. You stayed there with me for less than 24 hours and ordered me a pizza after there wasn't any vegetarian options at their ceremony and I was starving.
You look at old picture albums with me...even still, and you've looked at them dozens and dozens of times.
You have fabulous taste in music.
And I love that you sing to yourself in the bathroom...even when there is a full room of people outside who can hear you too.
You've watched all of the Twilight movies with me.
You love Harry Potter and Doctor Who as much as I do.
You're OK with just staying in on a Saturday night, watching a John Lennon documentary while I write a blog about how much you mean to me.
This really only lightly touches on my feelings for you.
Thank you for finding me. Thank you for supporting me. Thank you for letting me be myself. Most importantly, thank you for not only loving me, but for liking me too...and for being my best friend.
Thank you for being you.
"Two drifters, off to see the World..."
Moon River
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