I'm not a morning person - he's not either but still manages to smile at me in the morning as I stumple out of bed, mumbling curses under my morning breath. He smiles when I drag myself back into the room after a long morning shower and keeps smiling as I ramble about hating my job and the weather and the government and my clothes and people and everything. He gives me a hug when I whine and a kiss when I curse. He even thinks I'm cute when I pout and funny when I'm mad.
He's pretty much the best boyfriend in the whole wide world and he's mine... Still I'm pretty sure I'll end up either scaring him away or killing him...
