Infatuation Note - NOT A LOVE LETTER

Dear Blogging World:

THIS IS NOT A LOVE LETTER AND I DON'T LOVE HIM.

And I might ramble a little, but that's because sometimes when I think about him one hundred things pop into my head at once and I get really really happy.

DARN YOU NELSON FOR MAKING ME THINK ABOUT LOVE THIS PAST WEEK,

CAUSE NOW IT WON'T LEAVE.

But it's not even that I love him,

but I love everything about him.

I love that he changes his mom's bike tires,

and I love the songs that make me think of him.

I love his terrible taste in music,

and I really love how crappy he makes his quesadillas.

I love his dog, and the fact that his brother says hi to me,

and I love that his mom is dating again.

I love that he doesn't care that his mom is dating again.

I love that he let me name his truck,

and I love that he thinks ice cream solves everything 

(it does.)

He eats at Arctic Circle more than anyone I know,

and it's pretty disgusting,

but I think I might just love it.

I love his mom,

I love that she calls him an idiot.

I love her true love for her kids,

even if she has a funny way of showing it.

I love his bedroom.

I love all the crap he has hanging on his walls,

and I love that he's a borderline hoarder. 

I love that he buys me one dollar books for my

"Presitine's Day"

or

"Valdent's Day"

gift.

I love that only he would think of making me a t shirt,

and I love that he makes t shirts.

I love his ambition

and his drive

(nothing sexual intended.

now you're all thinking sexually.)

and I love his love for Dr. Pepper.

I love how I drink Dr. Pepper around him even though I don't like it.

I love his quirks

like the trash in his car.

The best thing about his car is the air soft gun that he uses to fake shoot people when he gets road rage.

I love that he drives crazy,

and I love that he lives for my reaction.

I love that he wants to read my poetry,

and I love that he won't actually ever do it.

I love that he lets me read his, though.

Neither of us are very good,

we just rant.

Apparently, there are a group of people who have figured out who's behind the pen name of this blog...

Hi.

To all you, I want to let you know that I don't love him.

I really don't.

I just love everything about him.