Deserving

I really hope you read this one day. Preferably one day soon. It would be really lame if I had to show you this, I'd probably wouldn't be able to anyhow.

I don't know what I did to deserve you. I must've done something real good once, something amazingly selfless and humanitarian to have you in my life now. I count my blessings, thank my lucky stars, and kiss the clouds that you are my number one.

You're a jackass. You run your mouth. You're more than a goof and the term 'fuckface' seems to fit you like a glove (not Isotoners, though; we all know what went wrong there). You whine and bitch just as much as any girl, though you'd never admit it in a million and six years. You drive like a maniac, complain about my driving, and your map reading abilities suck worse than a hooker who forgot to take out her loose and ill-fitting dentures. Your job sucks and we barely see each other but we still make it work. You're shameless, in both positive and negative ways (no, I will never forget the time you showed up at the park in your car wearing nothing but a tool belt) and you always have an arguement up your sleeve even when you agree with me. You're strong, one of the strongest people I know. You stick your guns, stand by your convictions and you never let anyone take the rug out from under you. You're not stupid but you have your own logic, a certain smarts that's yours all alone.

I love you. All of you and everything about you. And I love how you love me, how you make me feel accepted and wanted and needed.

I don't deserve you. That I know. But if you'll take me, I'll love you like there's no tomorrow. <3