You, boy.

Your smile makes me smile; your eyes make me giddy.

There are lots of things you like about me. You've told me so.
But I suppose there's more I like about you.
Because I'm the one who imagines growing old together, and you're the one who introduces me as your "buddy."

Hmmm.

I love that you care so much about little things, but so little about (some) big things.
I love that you care about the little people more than the big people.
I love the small coincidences. I love that you *get* the ones I've told you about. I love that you make me want to tell you the rest.
I love when you ask for my opinion. I love when you really care what I think.
I love that you wear that ugly shirt in public. Man, that's an ugly shirt.
I love your sense of humor, your voice, your hands.

I loved the way you touched me.
I hated that question.

[submitted 11/05/02]