Umm...
http://thevinylvillage.files.wordpre...pg?w=347&h=500
amirite?
But seriously, maturity and honesty.
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Umm...
http://thevinylvillage.files.wordpre...pg?w=347&h=500
amirite?
But seriously, maturity and honesty.
I love that I can be myself with him and he finds it endearing that I have such a need to give affection, rather than annoyed by it. I love that he's always there for me when I need him most, and he's fun to be around, and I love that he's just as crazy about me as I am about him :kaoclove:
Just one thing? Urgh. I don't know. It's hard to pick one part of a person I've lived with for so long. The way she makes me feel? Her ability to always make me laugh? her openness, her honesty? Her beyond-insanely good looks? Hell, even her not-so-great stuff I like in some kind of weird way.
That we get along so well. We can act like complete idiots around each other and it's all cool.
I like the fact that he's a horse.
I like the fact that even after more than two years, no matter how horrid a day I've had and what mood I'm in, he always is eager to find a way to make me feel better in the most imaginative ways possible.
Suitable alcohol tolerance.
Well, she is my best friend, which is pretty much the best thing I could ever ask for. For seriousness.
She also has red hair, which is so win.
She's a dork. Just like me. And every time I think about her I get a dumb smile on my face, what's up with that.
Most of my past girlfriends have been weird, so interesting. And foreign. A majority have been foreign.
Did i mention that he's adorable ALL the time? I mean, seriously, he's never NOT adorable. I seriously can't stop smiling whenever I talk to him, even if he's just signed into messenger :kaoclove: I swear I finally realize what it means to "giggle like a schoolgirl" thanks to him :p :heart:
Oh and he likes my cooking, and he gets along with my family. Those are musts. :D
Mine cooks for me. Which is awesome, because I can't cook, and whenever I try, I grow nervous and make things that don't look how they should. When I was a little girl, I'd worry, because I had no interest in cooking and gender stereotypes seemed valid then, so I was like, "Oh no, I'm going to embarass myself with this I'm retarded in the kitchen thing".
But it all worked out fine. He made me french toast the other day and it was AWESOME.
xD Mine says he shouldn't be allowed in a kitchen, but I plan to have him cook with me sometimes :D That way when I'm sick in bed and can't get up to cook for some reason, he won't have to order take out or something xD