I found my perfect match when I found you, you were tailor made for me.
As I flick my lucky lighter and the flames roar up, licking my cigarette lit, you let out a long, contented sigh and pull off onto the abandoned highway,
as we begin our long awaited journey home. I can hear the wind whizzing against my open window, and it whips my face, cooling me off.
Sitting beside you in the car in the pitch black night,
I take another drag off my cigarette and put my left hand on your right thigh with all the gentleness of a feather floating through the breeze.
You have the radio playing quietly in your Jeep, "Gangnam Style", I notice and smile to myself. You are a little goofy and I love that about you.
I love everything about you, from your brown bedroom eyes, one where the pupil spills down into the iris like a cracked egg, making it look like a keyhole,
to your terrible cooking and the automatic frozen pizza we end up consuming when you cook dinner.
You have become a second home for my heart, a place for it to retire. You're the marshmallow in s'more, you're the piece that makes me whole.
My future with you looks so bright and shiny and secure, I'd be shocked if you told me one day we'd fall apart like the yolk of an egg over easy.