I'm so in love. It's real and pure. He's not perfect, but he's damn close to it.
If he were perfect, I don't think I'd dig him as much.
I never knew a smile could make me feel so blissful.
Even when he's screamin' like a crazy crazy, I'm annoyed but still madly in love.
I gaze into his eyes, kiss his soft lips, nuzzle his nose and feel content.
How did I get so lucky? How did all this come together so quickly and yet feel so right?
Peters rock.
