The fact that mi feo knows every part of my being. From my weird ass obsessions with daisies, nails, different clothing, accessories most girls wouldn’t go for and my hippie taste. From my love for Lana del Rey, marina and the diamonds, Florence + the machine, to my ghetto twerking music, my foul language and asshole self. The fact that if you asked him ANY question about me, he’d probably get it right. How he knows to add cherries to my coke after work. How he knows how much I don’t like getting out of the car to put in gas so he does it for me. How when he makes me food he holds out on tomatoes, onions and makes my hot dogs plain because I’m a picky eater. How even though I have my braces off, he still gets me a fork and a knife to cut my food. The fact that he knows me better than any best friend I could ever ask for. The way he gets excited off of every little gossip I tell him, even if he doesn’t know who tf I’m talking about. How he knows how motherfuckin conceited I am & agrees to everything I say kus I’m always right, yet watches me cry when I feel like I’m not worth shit. The fact that I’m his one & only and he treats me like his queen. The fact that’d he do anything to keep me by his side & day to day does anything and everything in his power to keep me even when I’m a complete psychotic bitch.

I love my man more than anyone in the world and id be lying if I said otherwise.