Loving you was so fucking inconvenient for me for the entire duration of our relationship. I went out of my way, all the damn time, driven by the need to do nice things for you. Why? Cause I loved you, madly.

I would walk to the bakery near my job and bring you back cookies at the end of the day. I would bring you back cookies from any bakery I passed by, at any given time. I was always thinking of you. I was so thoughtful it was disgusting.

I would leave work early when you were hopelessly sick at home. Men, I freaking swear… Y'all are extra weak the moment you get hit with a cold or the flu. You're all like children when you're sick. I could never leave you alone that kawawa.

I would call you when I was grocery shopping at Berkeley Bowl during my lunch hour, cause I knew you liked whenever I made tacos, but I always called to confirm. Then I would be a champ and commute back to SF, on two modes of public transit, with groceries in tow.

I would make sure your ass fell asleep before I did, because I knew if I fell asleep first, you would never get a good night's rest. I put you to bed every night, literally.

I would purposefully seat us so you never needed to sit next to a stranger, not in an airplane, not in church, not in any place in which your comfort would be compromised. It didn't bother me as much as it did for you, so it was no problem.

I always put you first. Always. There was never a time when I minded. I never did, I loved you that unconditionally. I loved you so blindly.

So that's what I want, someday (soon, please, over here God, thanks)—I want the "you can have the last bite / wait until you fall asleep before I do / buy you junk food and bring it back cause I thought of you / make dinner before you get home / have amazing sex in the middle of the night even though we're both tired / leave work when you're sick and take care of you / drive you to get ice cream right now / completely fucking inconvenient... love."

Cause its my turn. SHEEEEEEEEEEET.