I like honest poetry,
I like keeping passwords the same,
I like the catharsis of space clearing,
I like songs sung tenderly, that have little touches that exceed the general so that I know they are meant for us,
I like finishing things,
I like being able to see it in your eyes,
I like being so fantastically happy that I have sure knowledge of the future,
I like feeling as though the world is easy,
I like feeling unlimited,
I like traditional holidays though I don't know why they are important,
I like feeling smart, and have surges of power start up in me,
I like being okay and moving on from things that are potentially disastrous but I don't let them be,
I like being efficient and using every bit of time effectively,
I like taking naps in the rain,
I'd like it better if I could wake up in your arms,
I like intelligent essays that are easy to read because the author is intelligent enough to know that five-line sentences are not intelligent at all,
I like being right,
I like keeping my blog private (relatively),
I like being with you,
I like when you smile in disbelief,
I like the thought that I am going to spend the rest of my life with you most of all.
posted by Marie. @ 8:11 PM
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I like how my arm fits as perfectly around your waist as my hand does in yours.
I like how you laugh loudly at unexpected puns and smile serenely at mine.
I like how you radiate strength and approachability even when I know you are down and exhausted
I like how you dislike it when my back happens to be facing you when we sleep.
I like how we both appreciate the same kind of music and know the lyrics too.
I like how when I drink cherry cola and think of you, it tastes just like champagne.
I like how you are quite considerably more diligent than I am in my studies.
I like how we would like Russian names for some individuals who might happen to be under our jurisdiction in the future.
I like how we finish each other's jokes and puns and the feeling I get when our eyes meet after that.
I like that after all this time my heart still skips a beat when I hear the sound of facebook chat and know it is you.
I like how everyone can tell how incredibly in love we are with each other, even though they get barely an inkling of it in school.
I like holding your hand while running with you out of big glassy buildings with pretentious post-modern architecture and into the night to hunt for cabs.
I like eating mac and cheese with you.
I like eating scrambled eggs with you.
I like drinking hot chocolate with you.
I like doing everything with you.
I like the idea that I might one day be able to do everything with you for the rest of my life.
I like the idea of you for the rest of my life.
I like holding you close and breathing you in and feeling like it would be worth going through that whole year of misery and pain and needing you but not being able to tell you that again, as long as it meant that at the end of the day we would fall asleep holding hands and each other tightly.
I like it when you look up at me and I fall quite headlong into your eyes.
I like it when you laugh at my lack of a sense of balance.
I like it when you squeeze my hand under tables when no one else is looking.
I like how Sarah calls us Brangelina.
I like walking with you along night paths and feeling like we're the only people in the world.
I like remembering the first night we sat for hours in silence that spoke more than we ever had in the entire previous year.
I like the fact that we both knew exactly what it said.
I like picking my way across dark cat-strewn garden paths and then seeing you leaning against your curtains, and knowing that I will not fall asleep alone.
I like you being mine almost as much as I enjoy being yours.
I like how when my day has been terrible and I am exhausted and the world seems to be picking itself apart I can pass you in the hallway and exchange a hi and then everything seems to right itself.
I like waking up to see good morning messages on my phone.
I like it more when I wake up to see you whispering good morning to me.
Which is why I would like you quite a lot if I didn't love you.
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