Inaccuracies

"You're far too good to me."

Am I? You, the person that can make me laugh with nothing but a look. You who keeps me laughing. You who is quite the causer of both chuckles and belly laughs, whether spoken or just from a text.

You, that can cause me to smile in spite of myself. Wide smiles that show he teeth I'm not proud of, that look too smushed on my face. Smiles that stay.

You, my copilot for adventures, even tiny ones like Walmart trips and car-buying. We're going to the aquarium and museums when the weather warms. I expect we'll find places to go after that, too. But even a trip to the movies with you is an adventure.

You, that reminds me that I'm alive. Pearl Jam songs and book recommendations, Portuguese David Bowie in your car at midnight. A way of describing the exact thing I feel, your way of being so very different from me but in the same breath exactly the same. You apologize too much, you make dumb jokes, you find comfort in Orion's watchful presence in the night sky.

You, that gives my soul a place to rest and be free.

I am not far too good to you by any stretch, and I will keep on my exact course. I will love you so hard that I uproot the seeds of doubt that others have sewn, whatever makes you feel you deserve something less than the absolute best. I won't say that I am the best, either, but I'm going to spend every second trying.