What I’m about to say, I’ve been actually meaning to say for a long while. But being the robotic emotionless son of a bitch I am, it’s taken me a while to put it all into words. It’s not that I don’t feel it all the time and I ain’t saying this now because of all what’s been going on recently, I just think now is the right time to get this all down into a post.

A while back, Nikkole asked me to write a summary of what I would say to a person if I had to explain her, in looks and everything. Being the dick I am, I gave the shortest answer.

Here’s my revision of that answer.

See, I would say my girlfriend was perfect. Though, to be honest, I say it often actually. She complains about a part of her body and it baffles me. Cause to me, she’s perfect. And I’ll most certainly say it to her. I’ll tell her that she’s perfect and that she should stop worrying about her body cause every inch of it is, you guessed it, perfect. However, when I really sit down and think about it… ‘perfect’ just ain’t enough. When I say I have a perfect girlfriend I could be talking about anyone. That word gets thrown around so often, I feel the point is lost. No. My girlfriend is a different sort of perfect. And I don’t mean in the physical ways. Well I do, cause I mean, have you seen how ridiculously hot she is? And the fact that she can achieve said hotness but also manage to reach insane levels of cuteness, all at once?

No, this time I’m talking about her personality. Her heart and soul. Everything that is Nikkole.

She’s perfect because she can say ‘it’s okay, baby’ in that special way she does and immediately, any anxiety I have ever felt in my life just melts away. She’s perfect because she can give me that small half lip biting smile on Skype and I’m rendered completely speechless with this dumb ass look on my face cause I can’t see past the next five seconds while that face is looking at me. She’s perfect because she can use the exact correct words in a sentence to make me feel like the manliest man in the world and does it all without faltering and without ever guilting me about the extra effort. She’s perfect because she’ll never once laugh at any problems I have, either big or small. She listens. She thinks. She advises. But never too much, something I have a problem with. She thinks she’s weak but really, she’s perfect cause she cares so much. She cares what I think and feel to the point she often disregards her own feelings in favour of mine. She’s the most caring person I’ve met actually. She’s perfect because through all the dumb faces and accents and ridiculous ideas I come out with, she still even likes me and accepts me for who I am. She’s perfect because she’ll keep her hand on my knee the entire time when we’re driving in the car and doesn’t see it as an inconvienience. She’s not a touchy feely person but she wants to touch me. Do you know how much of an honour that is for me? She’s perfect because she’ll sit down and watch my favourite episodes of Xena Warrior Princess even though it’s so obvious she thinks it’s the dumbest shit ever. She’s perfect because she’s possessive. But not like, slightly angry when a girl talks to me. No, she’s lioness bite your head from your shoulders possessive. And even though we have arguments about it, I secretly find it extremely hot. She’s perfect because, despite her self proclaimed hate for everyone in this world, she still takes the time to love on me, something I feel I don’t make easy for her to do sometimes.

But most of all, she’s perfect because she’s Nikkole. She’s everything good in this world rolled into one perfect being. And that being, is the perfect person for me.

She also has a really good butt.

And die?