The best thing I love is the attention I get.

How I can call him in the middle of a board meeting to whine about how my favourite fingernail just got broken while I was battling with some shopping bags and a taxi. He listens very patiently and I know he has that smile (which has become my favourite) on his face and then finds a suitable scapegoat to blame for the murder of my nail. After several minutes of blaming the weather ( he finds a way to connect it) for the painful departure of my favorite nail, we finally decide the shopping wasn’t worth it since the skirt I bought was peach not vanilla(he actually knows the difference between the two colours) and vanilla matches the shape of my ears so I get to be consoled with banana flavoured ice cream which will be bought on his way home from work. Then he tells me the members of his board are staring at him weirdly so he has to go and he promises to call right after the meeting.

I wake him up by 5am (knowing fully well that I’m the morning person in the relationship) to tell him about this weird dream I had where Bugs Bunny was fighting Captain America and then I complain about why I have to bath in the morning when I just bathed in the night and how it’s a total waste of energy and water. I can swear I hear a snore when I’m finally done whining but I’m not sure because he quickly joins me as we chorusly blame everyone who ever added ideas to the concept of bathing. He finally concludes by adding that he isn’t going to watch episodes of SpongeBob with a smelly girlfriend on his couch. I gasps, cut the call and run to the shower. When I get out of the shower, I see his text telling me to call him when I am free,  to have a beautiful day and that Bugs Bunny would probably win Captain America if they fought and we should probably place bets in case I have a continuation of the dream the next time I sleep.
I guess it just becomes perfect with the right person.
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