I love him and he loves me.

We spend every moment together. When sleep parts us, we often meet in our dreams.

I like to take naps throughout the day. Like a cat, he says. He is a cat person.

He thinks my eyes are beautiful and strange. He has never seen eyes like mine up close before. He says they look at him with daggers when he has done something wrong. Like when he forgets to order olive on my half of the pizza.

He thinks I am especially cute when I am angry.

We argue over whose turn it is to put the DVD in the player.

Sometimes no one wins and we end up watching bad TV.

Which is never really a bad thing.

He never imagined he would be with someone like me.

But now he says, he can't imagine himself with anyone else.

                                                                                 - Lang Leav