When I can talk to you without having to think of what I have to say next.
When I can look worst and don’t have to be worried around you.
When I can look at you, talk and laugh with you all day long and never get bored.
When I can be a goofy around you.
When I can also be a bitch sometimes and still know you would love me.
When you would eat anything I cook without complaining even if I know it doesn’t taste good.
When you are jealous of no one but my best friend, just because I love her as much as I love you.
And mostly, I knew you are the one when I am around you and feel like I’m home. Atlast.
My friend. My love. My idiot. The one.
