today, a friend asked me what I liked about you.
I gave them the generic answer
"he's a great guy"
but looking back on that question, I began to think...

what do I like about you, love?

I like the way the skin around your eyes crinkle when you smile.
I like the dimples in your cheeks.
I like the music you ask me to listen to (now just listen to mine).
I like the way we can give each other a look and instantly know what's up.
I like when you send me pictures of your cats, as if I really care (which I do).
I like the way you say "*****" and "****".
I like when you tell me that I'm beautiful.
I like when you feel insecure and turn to me for help.
I like the fact that you've never left me, not once in 16 years.

       but I hate that I love you.