Be someone who finds no need to lie to her. Propose to her in a way that puts the heroes in the books to shame. She’ll give you a smile that’s worth more than a billion books. Be all this for her. But please don’t date her just because she reads.
I read a quote once that went a little something like this: “Sometimes when you met someone, there’s a click. I don’t believe in love at first sight but I believe in that click.”
Well done, my human.
I will love you in the truest, most unexplainable sense. I will love you in the darkness, I will love you in the light, and I will love you in the chasm that lies in between.
I wish you knew all those things. And a million more. Because I want to know a million and one things about you. And I’m learning.
When someone says, “It looks like you could use a hug,” and you could use a hug so bad you almost cry a single tear in gratitude.
I can’t help but laugh with you. It’s not just my normal flirtatious I’m-on-a-first-date laugh that I’ve practiced in the mirror; you make me do my true, ugly laugh.
I want to look at you when we are 80 and say, “We made it through.”
But I don’t want something reasonable, or rational, or well thought-out. I know you aren’t the lucid, practical choice, but you’re what I want.
If they tell you you’re wrong about something, your anger subsides a lot faster in the effort to work something out.