the way you purposely do things just to make me laugh
and extol the virtues of my features
every time I get sad
and you take me to the zoo on my birthday
(because I fucking hate my birthday, but I fucking love the zoo)
and you take me out so I can finally wear that ruffly nude dress that was too short for my cousin's wedding
and you put on a tie
(even though you'd prefer to just keep your tee shirt on)
and when I collapse into bed,
you take me by the hand and turn on Billie Holiday singing "The Very Thought of You"
and dance around the room
and we stay up all night
until 4:00am when we stumble out to my car
and drive and drive and drive
and finally stop
and I have to pull away without you.
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