how you never tell me I talk too much
or too little
how you never tell me I'm too emotional
or not emotional enough
on how we can sit in perfect silence,
and hold the most profound conversation
on how you like when I'm a bitch
and encourage me to be such.
In how you're teaching me to say no
except for, of course, when it pertains to you.
I appreciate how you don't let me get away with stuff
unless of course, it's okay.
And how when I need it
you wrap your arms around me and hug me.
The image of you, putting on my cherokee choker
yesterday, in my car
with that goofy grin
and question of
how it looked on you-
keeps making me smile
and the face you made
when you saw mushrooms
inside the beef and barley stew
just because it's one chromosome away from jock itch and athlete's foot
and the way you play along
when I ask
how much do you love stormy?
I appreciate how you call me a pain in the ass
with that playful grin
I appreciate how you aren't overly affectionate
or underly attentive.
I love you, Jason Edward Vaughn.
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