No matter how hard I try to forget.
I can't.
Because you have become one of my best friends mister. And as crazy stupid, and irritating, and cranky as I get sometimes, you treat me as an equal.
And you kiss good.
We joke the same way (Well. You laugh at my jokes, and a lot of the time, they aren't funny) and you make me smile a lot.
Sometimes it bugs me. Because I smile so much. Around you. Because if I'm sad or angry, I'm smiling, even though my eyes are sad, you'll make me laugh, and then I'll be happy. And then I feel like a crazy person.
And sometimes you send me weird messages when you're on Ambien.
But you're great.
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