I like you. Like a lot.
And it's funny, because even when you are being a meanhead, I still like you more than any other person.
I like the way I can't remember what it felt like to not know you.
I like that things just aren't as good, bright, happy, lovely when you're not around.
I like that when I think of college, I think of you. I like that the mention of washing dishes makes me smile at the thought of the first time I saw you...washing dishes in my sorority house... mohawk and all.
I like our first kiss.
I like how you're eyes get crinkly when you laugh really hard and then you tear up a little. I like your droopy eyelashes and your blue blue eyes.
I like that with you I am safe.
I like that one time I walked out to my car to find a huge box full of flaming hot cheetos. From you.
I like that two years ago today I married you. And you married me. And that you loved me soooo much that you gave me a ring, and kissed me by the sea.
I like looking back on our life so far and looking forward at all the adventures still to come.
I love our life together.
I love you.