and again i am inspired to write about you.
You’ve never met anyone like me: a girl who can’t sit still and grasp the concept of domestic chores; whose vocabulary is wide and whose appetite is even wider. You don’t understand how I am prone to bursting into song, prompted by something you don’t see. You allow me do and say what I want and accept that I overreact at all times. My strong personality and harsh words will forever intimidate (but secretly amuse) you. I’m a girl who isn’t really much of a girl, yet I know you wouldn’t want me any other way.
Now that I think about it, I’ve never met anyone like you either: a guy who sits quietly and gets obsessive about cleanliness; who thinks “squimmering” is a real word and who eats like a bird next to me. I don’t get how you’re so passionate about a boring-looking sport. You ask my opinion before you do and often hesitate before you say, and I’ve accepted that you choose to be silent at particular moments. Your indecisiveness and witty comebacks will perpetually frustrate (but secretly entertain) me. You’re a guy who isn’t much of a guy, yet I can’t have you any other way. :)
