03.16.07
I will find you and I will bring you home
I know you like chicken wings, sleep during the day, and drink vodka tonics at bars, beer or whiskey at home. You like Dr. Pepper, sweet smells, old school country music, and will leave your lights, computer, heater, and radio on when you leave your apartment. You sleep in your boxers, no shirt, diagonally, and snore when you are really tired or really drunk. You have the most awesome boxers ever, but your favorites are the Ralph Lauren plaid ones. You never sweat, are never too hot or too cold. You walk fast, your jeans (you only like light washed denim) hang low. Your Quiksilver socks have holes in them but you wear them anyway. Your hair is almost always perfectly done, is so soft, and always smells like flowers. You get really excited about things at first, but the excitement fades fast and then you are on to the next thing. You call waiters, bartenders, and valets “Sir” and make small talk with them. You like leisurely meals where they take the drink, appetizers, and entree orders separately and not all at once. But you rarely eat dessert. Your car matches you perfectly. Your accent comes out sometimes and it’s so sweet. You say “It’s all relevant” when you really mean “It’s all relative” and “I don’t give a fuck” when you sometimes really do even though you know I hate when you say that because I believe it to be true.
I love you for all these reasons and more. Mostly, I just love you for reasons I could never really explain, except to say that I have never known anyone like you and that now that I do, my life would forever be a little less than, if you were no longer in it.