True-Love

sometimes when you are a Married Lady, you realize there are things about your wife that makes her better than you and you don’t deserve her

Like the way she calmly and slowly eats her chicken and rice like we’re at some kind of fuckin like fancy dinner party like she never puts her elbows on her eating surface and she cuts her meat into teeny tiny pieces and she uses the back of her fork to transport the food to her little mouth

meanwhile I’m over here shoveling the food in like some kind of starving ravenous feral manchild who was raised by wolves

You want my opinion? We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness — and call it love — true love.
—  Robert Fulghum, True Love