
And a thousand geeks fangasmed.

We’re not a perfect couple. We’re just a couple. We love each other and we get on each others’ nerves. She grits her teeth when she hears me tell the same story for the dozenth time. I grit my teeth when she tells me it’s time to go jogging (but mostly I go with her anyway). She loves crowds and people, I like solitude and the countryside. She’ll go through hell to avoid the cold. I quite like it.
But she makes me laugh and I’m ridiculously happy when I’m with her. Unless we’re having an argument. We have great and wonderful arguments.
I don’t think you get perfect couples. At best you get two people building something, and working at it, and loving each other, and doing their best to communicate.
Reblogged because that last bit makes me all sniffy.
And because Avery makes me ridiculously happy when I’m with her.