*kisses*
It's been
years (or thereabouts) since Mo and I fell in
I scare her sometimes when I try to be... creative...in the kitchen
but that's ok. I'll get her to try my cooking eventually. She just doesn't know what she's missing.
SHE can get scary when she's mad.
but that's ok, because it's usually for a really good reason, and anyways, I've always felt safe in her arms. Always.
It's good to have someone who will not only listen to my bitching, but who will give me a place to lay my head
It's even better to have someone who tolerates my occational bouts of wierdness
like that one.
I think she's really cool. And really drop dead sexy.
And she's got a wonderful heart, to boot.
Heaven knows when she holds my hand
My stomach goes
and my heart goes
and all I can think of to say is I Love You. Even though there are probably MUCH more impressive ways to say that. But then, hopefully, she knows that I'm MUCH more poetic in my head than I am in real life. Much smarter and cooler, too, actually.
But oh well. Thus is life. Although it is unfortunate that words are completely inadequate to express the profundity of my emotion, and "I love you" is far too short to communicate the "I-love-you-ness" that I feel, they are all I have on hand at the moment. Ergo:
I love you, Mo. Thanks for always being there when I needed you, listening when I needed to talk, talking when I needed to listen, and pretty much rocking my world hardcore since you came into it. You are my revolution.
(but you're still wrong about my cooking.)