A Crap Love Letter.

Andrew,

I spent about a minute searching through all the crap love letters on a shit website to help me overcome my verbal and emotional congestion. I can't stomach the idea of placing sentimental cliches or foul, misleading French phrases in something that is to express the importance of our relationship. I'm sure you couldn't either.
I've never been good with making up a whole lot of love-nonsense. My sappy words and coaxing melodies that have been gently plucked from the fathoms of my bliss-filled heart, manage to always come up short. I love you for so many reasons and I suppose those reasons have left me a little inarticulate.

I sometimes forget that being in love means the constant and perpetual uplifting of your partner. I am a silly and stupid girl for asking you to love me better, while not realising that I need to return the same favour. BAUD-EE, you're completely crazy for putting up with my balmy self. I'm sorry for being so pigheaded and selfish.

You make me feel safe and loved. Out of all the people that have so randomly walked in and out of my life through the past two years, you've managed to stay the one constant. Thank you for taking care of me. Thank you for buying me Gorilla Munch when I had nothing to munch on. Thanks for the numerous dinner adventures, the movies, the art galleries, the glasses and the rocks. Thank you for everything you've given me that I could never give myself.

Andrew, you're the best man I've ever known. I love your sincerity, your honesty, your hope and your ambition. I love that you worry about your brother's future and your parent's wellbeing. I admire your drive to make a better life for yourself and your desire to constantly fill your mind with useless information from the history books kept in your bathroom. I love your smile and your flyaway hair. I love your purple robe and your collection of novelty t-shirts. I love your big feet and your massive arms and your perfect bum. I love your fake British accent, your silly obsession with everything ranch and how you always manage to pay attention to my cats before you leave. I love that you tolerate my friends, I love that you listen to my sob stories about work and my ridiculous family. I love your big manly truck, your massive desire for Mighty Taco and your "woo's" after an asinine fit of laughter. Every bit of you I love and I never want you to change, even if I try to make you.

It seems that I've managed to fail my first inspiration, to keep everything not-so-cliche and lovey-dovey. I suppose that ambition is rather impossible while talking about the man I am in love with, especially when he is so simply loveable. *puke*

I wrote this letter because I fear I don't tell you enough how much you mean to me. I hope this letter shows you a bit more of my love and I hope it "uplifts you" when I'm doing a shit job of it. I love you Andrew.

With kisses and hugs and all that gross, gross stuff that should never be expressed with words,
Anna