and honestly, we wouldn’t be ourselves if we were different. yeah, she’s clumsy and i’m stupid; those are things that we can live with. being perfect’s unrealistic. either way, i like our flaws. the way i crack my knuckles often, the obnoxious way she yawns, the way i stutter when i flirt 'cause i’m not very good with courtship, the way she’s gotta pee the first ten minutes of a road trip, how when she cuts her pancakes it’s in slices; not in squares, the way my daily coffee intake is a crisis i'm aware, the way i talk in a crowded theatre, and the way she parks in parallel, the way she goes through pints of ben and jerry's salted caramel