Small bites

Undefinable

I love you. I love how you make me laugh because you thought about something exactly the way I think about it. I love how you don't make excuses for you who are, what you like or how you like it. I love that your spirit and your insides match you so perfectly to your beautiful and amazing outsides. I love that you car park a truck backwards next to a carport beam and still have room to get the door open. I love that you can walk circles around girls in high heels and still have enough left over to be carefree and funny - making it look effortless. I love how it can be a 10 dollar scarf or a 10,000 dollar ring and whatever "it" is - is still just an accessory to you, it doesn't outshine you. I love that when I see a picture of two girls looking at each other and laughing, all I can think is "Why the f*** don't we have one of those?!". What I love most though, among all of those things, is the fact that you're the only person I've met in my whole life who I'd get a tattoo for and yet nothing comes close to signifying what you mean to me enough to put it in ink.