When i'm trying to catch your eye to show you that guy walking with his little baby girl in the moby wrap. You're facing the opposite direction, but you're already shaking your head to tell me, "No." & as much as i think baby wearing daddies are cool - i love that you're not one.
i love that you just had to say the first word of that joke & i knew what you were thinking... & no matter how much the kids in the back yelled, "WHAAAT?? WHAT ARE YOU SAYING??!!" to us when we laughed, you just sang a little louder & turned up the radio with that cheeky smirk on your face.
You always tell me that i only write about the best of you - & that i should expose all your faults & flaws so that i don't look so foolish...
Let me look foolish.
i love your wit, your smile, your honesty, your cocky certainty.
i love that i'm sure of the rare value in what we have.
You met my eyes on purpose when you saw my frustration.
You brushed my hand when you saw my worry.
You kissed me when i needed you to.
You see me.
i see you too.