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i should be writing my paper now,
but i can't.
all i can think of is you.
how we talk for hours,
how you kiss me in the middle of the night when you think i'm sleeping.
how you rub my back until i fall asleep.
it almost seems too good to be true.
you like me for who i am.
you love the fact i'm a feminist,
that i'm a liberal, a hopless romantic, and a spaz.
you love that i'm silly, and try to act cuter than i am.
and i love that you like me for being me.
i like how we cuddle.
i like that you're a beer snob always something new for me to try.
i like that we analyze our lives according to the divine comedy.
i like to think relationships this good don't just happen,
they're born, made perfect by god.
or maybe they're born in italy,
the country of hopless romantics and ancient passions.
i don't know either way it feels right.
it's funny for me to say that, but it does.
it feels right,
i think we're right.
isthat funny?
