This could take a while.
Things I love about you:
The way you make me laugh. Your perverted comments at almost everything. The way I’m number one on your pyramid. The way I feed into your narcissism. The way you don’t care about the age difference. The way you treat me like I’m your equal, and not fourteen. Your long-winded blogs. Your smile. Your laugh. The way you look at me. That pretty half-smile you had on your face when you saw me falling asleep last night (that was so what was keeping me awake). Your mind. Your heart. Your honesty. Your loyalty. The ridiculous amount of ways that you mirror me. Your voice. The way you make fun of me for saying, “OH MY GAAAHHHDD.” The way you make it impossible for me to imagine pulling out my bitch-ness on you. The way you make me forget. The way you can not give a crap that I’m bawling my eyes out and look disgusting and still love me anyway. The way you have an alarm called “the Jamee alarm” and wake up at 4am just to talk to me for an hour before I go to school. The way you’re obsessed with the song Breakeven. The way you trust me. The way you take the time to know me because you’re actually interested. The way you love me, even though I’m still not completely sure why. The way you made it so easy for me to make this list.
