A cutsy poem about the cute things he does. Yes I am a sucker.

Reasons

Its getting lost

In a room with one door

And talking about become a hipster and getting into bike culture just to get a tattoo

From a deck of card you got for 3 dollars at the supermarket

Its Arguing over the color of cups

And being disappointed that the gold ones aren’t

Made in America

Its awkwardly singing pop songs

Obscure songs and made up songs because you forgot the words

And tell me how you don’t like that type of country

And justify that your lyrics are better

It how you race to the door

Just to hold it open for me

And try to explain how it isn’t

Sexist

That I can tell you want to hold my hand

While we sit in your car

As you narrate people walking by us in the parking lot

But never do because you are nervous

Its how when you explained to me

that your ex-girlfriend

Wrote I heart RNT on the interior roof of your car

With crayon and how its impossible to remove

I wished I wrote it

Because you are the most ridiculous, crass and forward

Person I have ever met

But couldn’t think of one way you could be anymore perfect

Its because when were drunk

And talking about how we both believe anarchy

Could totally be real

We both understood we were being idealistic

And that is what love is

In the long run

An idealistic

Ambiguous term

That has social rules to follow

I think king-sized beds are too big

That there aren’t enough hours between midnight and three in the morning

That SNL has never been funny

That Blue Ridge Vodka will always be in my mind

I believe love is in those moments of awkwardness

In the pause right before you reach for their hand

In inside jokes that only have become jokes because they make no sense

In the hours spent making the perfect mix cd for the fourth time

That is about nothing

And everything

In all the moments that they thought they were being weird or making things uncomfortable you find adorable and endearing