I love you! I love your crazy white beard-hair and your hippie-ish ways. I love how you put your leg on my leg when you’re sleeping and I love how sometimes you laugh and laugh and laugh when I say the dumb things that nobody else would laugh at. I love how you make little Marios out of paper just because you can, and that you find things like this and make me look at them. I love how when I’m sad, you love me, when I’m happy, you love me, and how even if I just threw up, you still love me (not that I’d ever be in a relationship with someone who dumped someone because they barfed). I love how brave you are and how you mostly kept me sane when I was thinking OMG WE LIVE HERE NOW last week. I love how one time a big bug was in our room and when you saw it you jumped up and screamed “KILL IT! KILL IT WITH FIRE!”.

I just love you!

And, because I am not very good at expressing myself, here is a poem that I like.

I’ve always been in love with you I swear
‘Impossible’ they say, yet it is true:
I speak with certainty, for I was there.

When I reeled groggy as the punchbowl air
Was spiced with melody I longed for you;
I’ve always been in love with you I swear.

My infant whispers to the beat up bear
Were meant for you, the tears the kisses too;
I speak with certainty, for I was there.

Let experts, calendars and maps declare
I’m nuts or have at least one wobbly screw;
I’ve always been in love with you I swear.

New kinds of beauty and the wish to share
These riches were rehearsals, as I knew;
I speak with certainty, for I was there.

These shadow loves were work-outs to prepare
For this, the main event, that they led to;
I’ve always been in love with you I swear;
I speak with certainty, for I was there.

- V. Scannell

Happy 2nd anniversary, baby dango.