If you use the search feature on my blog and enter the term “Love” you get the most hits out of any other subject. I do this whenever I need extra motivation or inspiration to write. I figured I should start off strong in 2018, so here I go…
I will never have you set as the lock screen on my phone, it’s nothing personal. No face has ever graced my iPhone like that, even when I was married. I prefer having pretty designer wallpaper that has some sort of subtle gradient instead. I just like my visuals simple. Plus, just cause you’re not on my phone doesn’t mean you’re not in my heart. *GAG* That’s was corny as fuck.
I will always offer you the last bite of my food, even if it’s my most favorite dish. I will always lie and tell you I’m full, I’m not. The last bite of food is arguably the best, it’s the crescendo of flavor when your meal has perfectly melded together. This is my number one unspoken display of love—it is my ultimate sacrifice. You can have my heart or we can share it like the last slice—and even still, you can have the last piece.
I will roast the absolute fuck out of you every chance I get. My displays of affection are best served in the form of harmless jokes, quick wit and a sharp tongue. Don’t worry, I will never use your weaknesses against you. I won’t do it to push your buttons or air out any passive aggressive grievances. I’ll just call your ass out on anything you do that deserves a good laugh. Also, you can act fake butthurt which means I have to actively try to make it right in the form of physical means.
I will rub the back of your head even when you are two or three weeks past the need for a haircut. Please note I will probably roast you while doing so, but I’ll still stroke the back of your head as if your hair is freshly trimmed. Somehow I have the ability to do this even when I’m half asleep, as long as it comforts you. It’s an involuntary impulse as far as my muscle memory serves.
I will never call you babe/baby/honey/sweetie or any other conventional pet name, except “boo.” I can fuck with “boo.” I will give you such odd names that when spoken in public people will want clarification. I won’t lie, half of them will have embarrassing or insulting implications, but that’s what I want to call you so that’s how it’s going to work.
I will sext you. I will sext you in the middle of the day, before a big meeting, while you’re out with your boys… etc. etc. etc. I will sext you so hard that our conversations will be sexually tense until the moment we reunite.
I will fuck you up. I will leave an imprint on you even if forever doesn’t exist, even if you’re the one to destroy us. I will fuck you up and permanently leave a place in you even if that wasn’t your intention. At some point you are going to drown in feelings too deep to take lightly and—I will fuck you up... in the absolute best way possible.