Ellen.

When they ask me about my future wife, I always tell them that her eyes are the only Christmas lights that deserve to be seen all year long. I tell them that she has a walk that can make an atheist believe in God just long enough to say, ‘God damn’. I tell them that if my alarm clock sounded like her voice, my snooze button would collect dust. I tell them that if she came in a bottle, I would drink her until my vision is blurry and my friends take away my keys. I tell them that if she was a book, I would memorize her table of contents. I would read her, cover to cover, hoping to find typos, just so we could both have something to work on, because aren’t we all unfinished?

She’s easy on the eyes. She’s a very very beautiful woman. She’s fantastic. […] Portia just told me the other day “you are my everything” and I was literally thinking the same about her. […] I tell her that she’s beautiful every day and that I love her. […] We are madly in love and things are fantastic.