This should probably be in a diary, but fuck it.

You once asked me what I like about you. Welp, here are some things in all their mushy glory.

I like that you care about social issues; hell, even more than I do. Which is sometimes hard to believe but I shouldn't be surprised, considering. Actually, it's really hot.

I like that there was no question about your or my quirkiness from either end. We are what we are and we embrace it.

I like that you have thick skin, that I can say almost anything on my mind and I don't have to worry about you (yet). I don't need to walk on eggshells and protect your feelings.

I like your ability to throw social inhibition to the wind, although it's a bit of a double-edged sword. I like that you don't mind being silly or looking stupid.

I like that you find a way to mix my interests with yours. Because whether by coincidence or by your subtle planning we end up listening to topics of incredible relevance to current life.

There's more.