a list of things i’ve learned:
You like honey and milk in your coffee. Which is weird. Good weird, but still weird. And you like fancy stuff, too. Like this one blend from India. I know I told you I didn’t like it, but I kind of did. I’ll buy it again, though, because you got this really content look on your face when you took your first sip.
Ever since you started watching TV shows, I can’t even keep up with some of the references you make. You soak up the information and stories like it’s water and I know you try to do it to impress me. You don’t have to, but I love that you do anyway, even if I have no clue what you’re talking about.
You get really engrossed in whatever you’re watching, too. Holed up for hours in the bedroom or a motel room, wrapped in a blanket with a bowl of popcorn in front of you. You won’t sleep unless I make you, which happens probably more often than is healthy.
You are so damn grumpy in the mornings, but you’ll get out of bed with the least amount of fuss if I make you pancakes. A triple stack with more butter than syrup and an over-easy egg on the side. You finish your breakfast and pat your stomach and I swear I’ve never seen a guy look so satisfied.
Except after I blow you. That is the most satisfied I’ve ever seen a person look.
You mouth the words as you read. I like that sometimes I can hear you reading out loud in the softest whisper when we’re in bed. I like falling asleep to it.
You play this stupid game on your phone with cats that’s not even actually a game. You refer to the cats while you’re not playing by their names and I gotta be honest, it’s fucking lame. But it’s also fucking cute.
You love when I kiss your fingertips. They’re usually freezing, so I’m happy to warm them up for you.
The look on your face when I laugh at one of your jokes is beautiful. So I’ll always laugh at them, even when they’re horrible.
I will never understand how an angel can possibly love me, after everything. Your forgiveness is overwhelming.
You love unconditionally. You love me unconditionally. I’ll love you the same.
Some of the things you say in Enochian are downright filthy. I didn’t know that, until you started teaching me the language, starting with those choice phrases.
You are never gonna drop the cherry pie thing.
You still don’t get that I’m just giving you a hard time about me not eating fruits and veggies. I’ll eat them. But not around you. Just to fuck with you.
You took an interest in cars after finding me in the garage working on Baby a few times. I know that you know how an engine works, but I’m glad you sit and listen to me blab about them anyway.
You cried when Sam graduated this summer. I didn’t. I had something in my eye. Both my eyes. Shut up.
You love bad guys and freckles. That’s definitely why you married me.
You always find the frilliest bed and breakfasts to stay at on cases. You’re right, I don’t hate them as much as I say I do. I’d even be willing to go back to the one we stayed at the day we got married. It was cozy and you were happy.
You made me feel something when I didn’t think I could anymore. You took care of me when I was at my worst since Hell. The Mark was eating me alive and you lit up this fucking void inside me. You held me while I sobbed like a damn baby. You played with my hair and whispered the nicest shit in my ear and it was so fucking sappy but I don’t think I’m ever gonna be able to repay you enough for how you made me feel.
It’s a year today since we made it official. You’re all you and I’m all me, for the first time in a while. I found this list you made last night while I was sleeping, you sappy shit. You’re reading the paper and sipping some fancy tea and looking like the biggest nerd in the world.
I’m sorry I don’t say ‘I love you’ enough. I’ll never be able to say it enough. Shit, I don’t even know if I really know how to say it right. But you say it every chance that you get. You say it before you hang up the phone, when we apologize after a fight, after we’ve fucked, when we leave and when we get back from a hunt, when we wake up and when we go to bed. I love hearing those words come from your mouth whenever you can fit them in. And I love you. More than I’ll ever be able to say.
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