#loveyoupapi

First, we are out, and he orders a milkshake. To which he follows up with, “I like my milkshakes like I like my girlfriend - thick and sweet.” (Nice one, babe.)

Second, we had some personal talk today in which he questions me about a time something randomly turned me on. I admit that it has happened...had a reaction to someone’s voice. He asks who, and I admit it was Jon Moxley (the damn “you lost” video). To which he responds, “Thank God! I can deal when all your excitement is about one guy. When we add Roman or something, I start to get a little bothered. I can handle Jon Moxley.”

To which I could not stop laughing...

So, my man says his hair is too long. I agree because he has “lawful hot” Sam cut. I suggest any of the cute cuts. He narrows his eyes and says, “Are you looking at Supernatural seasons to see which Sam I should get!?”

…“Technically, you are blonde so what I am looking at is of no consequence.”

I’ve been found out!

My man and I are just sitting around this afternoon, working on separate projects, then he breaks a perfectly comfortable silence...

Papi: You know I was just thinking.

Me: About?

Papi: About everything I’ve been through these past couples of years.

Me (knowing some, not all of it): Are you okay?

Papi: Yeah, I’m okay. I was just thinking - if one thing had gone differently - I might not have met you and...I love you.

Me (trying not to cry): Awwww, I love you, too, papi!

Is there anything better than a man who will drop everything to make you a grilled cheese sandwich?