My man is not a psychopath. I’m completely giddy about this fact.
He doesn’t hide behind trees and jump out at me. He doesn’t cling and ring incessantly. His humour suits me just fine even when it isn’t the same as mine.
Though it drives him nuts, he lets me pull his hair and tickle his feet. He makes me coffee never too sweet.
If I’m angry over crap or natter about nothing he doesn’t assume I’m just menstruating. (Don’t give me a hard time, say it fast and trust me those two words rhyme).
He makes a quirky noise when he’s happy. That’s just a point I added cause I’m sappy.
I don’t care that I don’t have a rhyme for this last bit:
I am just so bloody relieved that my boyfriend is not insane.
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