It’s absurd how you refuse to come see me after a workout because you think I might find you unattractive. You need to understand that I love you most when you’re in an old sweatshirt, humming to yourself and pouring vanilla milk for me, because that’s how I want you. I want you exactly as you are. I want you for your stubbornness and for your unsatisfiable desire to learn things. I want you for all the hours you spend your nose buried in DC comics. For all the places you’ve been and all the mouths you’ve kissed. I want you exactly as you are. Nothing you do could make me love you any less.