Right now, I am jonesing for her.
I’ll even take a small fight… as long as it goes into the night… where I’ll make sure we both win.
Maybe just a little lack of appreciation in the kitchen.
That’ll set me off, but it’s workable.
I’ll choose to love her… with a smile, a little nudge, a hug from behind, a kiss on the back of her neck.
If you wanna take it outside, that’s fine as well. We can swim beneath the moonlight. You can try to drown me with a crummy comment.
That’s okay. I got this.
I’ll look at you in that bikini and love you anyway.
You’re beautiful even when you’re grumpy.
You’ll figure out what a boy needs.
I’ll figure out what a girl needs.
We were close.
(That counts, in horse shoes, hand grenades, and two people that share love.)