Me to Him
Me: Hey, I have a gift for you.
Him: What is it?
Me: Give me your hand, it's a surprise.
Me: *asks for his hand*
Him: *gives me his hand*
Me: *puts his hand on my chest*
Me: Dear, I, the klutz, the workaholic, the one terrible with small talk because I think my days are mundane, the one who love gin, the one who doesn't care much for vodka, the one who can get very independent-feeling and distant, and the one who has so many other faults, I love you. I love the fact that you absolutely hate gin but love vodka, I love how you can make even the most mundane things sound interesting, I love the dichotomy of your daoist beliefs melding with your desire to be an activist, I love how ethically selfish you are, I love how honest you are, I love how strong your self integrity is, and I love how, despite our beliefs differing in so many ways, and how almost everything about you is so totally polar from who I am, you still accept the fact that I am my own person, with my own beliefs, ideals, morals, ethics, and likes, and you enjoy who I am, not because I forced you or you have to, but because you want to.
Me: I want to give you my love, dear, and I don't ask for anything back. I'm not giving it to you because you asked for it, nor am I giving it to you because you've done something to earn it. I'm not giving it to you because, somehow, you made yourself somehow deserving of it. I'm giving you my love because I want to give it to you. You can take it or leave it, but I want to give it to you, and regardless of what you do with it, I will be happy to just love you. You have no obligation to take my love, you have to do nothing to keep it. I don't ask for you love back. I'm just giving it to you.
Him: What is it?
Me: Give me your hand, it's a surprise.
Me: *asks for his hand*
Him: *gives me his hand*
Me: *puts his hand on my chest*
Me: Dear, I, the klutz, the workaholic, the one terrible with small talk because I think my days are mundane, the one who love gin, the one who doesn't care much for vodka, the one who can get very independent-feeling and distant, and the one who has so many other faults, I love you. I love the fact that you absolutely hate gin but love vodka, I love how you can make even the most mundane things sound interesting, I love the dichotomy of your daoist beliefs melding with your desire to be an activist, I love how ethically selfish you are, I love how honest you are, I love how strong your self integrity is, and I love how, despite our beliefs differing in so many ways, and how almost everything about you is so totally polar from who I am, you still accept the fact that I am my own person, with my own beliefs, ideals, morals, ethics, and likes, and you enjoy who I am, not because I forced you or you have to, but because you want to.
Me: I want to give you my love, dear, and I don't ask for anything back. I'm not giving it to you because you asked for it, nor am I giving it to you because you've done something to earn it. I'm not giving it to you because, somehow, you made yourself somehow deserving of it. I'm giving you my love because I want to give it to you. You can take it or leave it, but I want to give it to you, and regardless of what you do with it, I will be happy to just love you. You have no obligation to take my love, you have to do nothing to keep it. I don't ask for you love back. I'm just giving it to you.
So... yeah... thoughts? I think it's super cheesy, but it's exactly what I want to tell him. What are other people's cheesy moments?
