I sent you this picture, and like. You didn't freak out. I mean, you probably laughed, but you laughed with me. This feeling is worth so much more than any diamond, than any bouquet of roses, than any house, or fancy honeymoon, or even a peanut butter cracker. You laughed with me. It was funny, and you didn't just say "ahaha" you gave me actual substance, real words. Like. I just love you more than anything. More than old man sweaters with elbow pads, books with super mysterious guys who don't reply to text messages for hours, more than... spicy food. Like. I love you.
You replied with...
"That makes me happy. c: I love you <3 (Alien face), Babe that face is just...just ridiculous. I'm proud of you for making it."
Thank you for loving me, I'm so... I don't know. Lucky isn't even enough for what I have. It is like divine intervention. A hell of a lot more than luck that blessed me with you, baby.
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