Me and Devin = love. Like, seriously.
The cool thing about love is that it’s both.
I can tell you exactly how long I have been with Joe (One year, 5 months, 15 days) but I can’t believe it’ll be a year and a half soon.
The times we pull over so he can make use of a bush are about equal to the times we pull over so we can get naked.
We talk about our future kids all the time, how cute they’ll be, how we’re going to raise them, how we will make sure they’re totally awesome. We’re planning to have them in five years, and he came with me to the doctor and took care of me after I got my Mirena in so we can’t start having them before that.
I completely love the way he smells, except when he gets back from work, when I tell him to get his ass in the shower so I can smell that awesome fresh-Joe smell.
Hair-pulling is totally a matter of context. ;)
I love every second I get to spend with him, but I also love when he goes to work and brings home the bacon, as it were, because I love how happy he is when he feels like he is providing.
He is simultaneously the most exciting and most comforting thing in the world. And that’s what makes being in love so fucking awesome.
