Duck Fat Fries

Because I don't want you to feel like you have to compare, here is a post just for you. What I like about this one is I'm writing this while watching you write and listen to music, music which I am also listening to because we are in the same space.

I wish you were right in front of me though, maybe at some point I will write another post for you - perhaps in the morning, while watching you sleep and I will try to describe how beautiful you look and how good it feels waking up right next to you; or maybe at night, while watching you work and you'd think I was working too. I'd describe how serious and cute you look (or how seriously cute you look), how your facial expression changes, how you cover your mouth when you're reading, how you'd bite your lip while thinking, and how you'd move your tongue when you're on a roll typing.

All of these posts would end with me ceasing to type and getting up to give you a kiss. Something I wish I could do right now. But even if this spontaneous post does not end with that, it's okay because I know that I will be stuck with you soon enough and we'll have duck fat fries.

P. S.
(...you said that my blog has a lot of sad stuff, this should make it happier because you make me happy and I wish for happier posts until we're at least 70, assuming blogs still exist by then.)