Sometimes I just take a step back and realize that I am so lucky to be with my best friend in the entire world. I am so lucky to call him mine. This is all so dizzyingly exciting, the fact that for once I’m not the one that cares more in the relationship. I just want to hold hands with him and walk his dogs in the snow and kiss and cuddle and watch Parks & Rec and eat nachos and just love the shit out of him. The amount of love I have is incredible, and I’m not really a sharer of feelings. Like at all. I am so in love it hurts. This is somebody I can tell anything to and I’m not worried about judgement and repurcussions because holy shit he’s so fucking patient and kind and I don’t know how else to describe how much I care about one person. I love how he looks at me like I’m the greatest thing since sliced bread. I love how he’s so sweet and concerned and so absolutley amazingly breathtaking and wonderful and every day is another reason to love the shit out of him.
Remember in the 90’s there used be a room in your house that was called the “computer room”.
WE KISSED AND IT WAS WONDERFUL AND BEAUTIFUL AND SWEET AND AWKWARD JUST HOW I IMAGINED IT TO BE
AND I LIKE HIM OH WOW I DO.
people who laugh so hard at their own jokes that they can’t even finish the joke because they’re laughing so hard are my favorite kind of people
“Reading on e-readers isn’t actually reading.”
“You’re just now reading that? I read that forever ago. You’re so behind!”
“Oh that book is going to be the next *insert popular book title*.”
“Well I’m a bigger fan because I’ve liked it longer.”