Kimberly… I used to find it really annoying that you said ‘so’ all the time. Bugged the shit out of me. And l…l love it. I love it now. After we have sex and you shrug your shoulders and you say, “l’m here all week,” love that. I love that a single strand of your hair can fall so perfectly to the side and you don’t even know. I love the little blue veins behind your eyes. I love your eyes. Knowing you goes down as easily the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Easily.

If I were a restaurant, you’d be my special, but nobody could order you, ’cause I’d just want you to be mine, just all mine. Not in, like, a biblical slavery-owning sense, or a pimp-prostitute dynamic of “You be mine, bitch,” but…but just in that… you’re my love. You’re my love.

But my favourite thing of all… l like you ’cause you like me. I don’t know – I think that says a lot about how great you are as a person.

– Dell, Comet