Can I talk about something unrelated to makeup? I can, right? You guys are cool with that? I knew you would be!
Man. You guys are awesome.
You know who else is awesome?
I’m 100% sure it was my idea for him to wear my bunny hat, and since he’s a good sport and a hilarious dude, here we are.
Jason is always up for the joke. More importantly, he’s up for my jokes.
And let me tell you, I have got JOKES.
We just got back from a trip to Santa Barbara for our three year anniversary, so I’ve been spending a lot of time with this guy. I’m happy to say, that after a week of nearly 24/7 contact, I still really like him.
It was touch and go there for a minute when we were arguing in the car on the drive, but then we got to the hotel, and forgot all about it. We’re good like that; we can recover from a fight almost instantly if you distract us. We’re not even really mad, we’re just dumb.
Dumb idiots in love.
Dumb idiot know-it-all smarty pants sarcastic depressives in love.
How did I ever go those first 24 years without him? What did I do? Was I happy? Was I bored? It’s hard to remember now.
I bet I was so bored!
We’ve been together for almost 8 years now, and things haven’t been boring so far. Frustrating? Sometimes. Sexual? You know it! Boring? No way.
Maybe the Star Wars parts are boring. I prefer to talk about Indiana Jones or Planet of the Apes.
How did we get so lucky? How does anyone get so lucky?
I married the funniest, smartest dude I’ve ever met.
I’ve met a lot of funny ones.
A handful of smart ones.
Maybe three funny AND smart ones.
Only one Jason.
We talk about everything, we fight about the things we need to fight about, we don’t stay mad for long, we hold hands in bed every night when we fall asleep. He encourages everything I ever want to do, he believes in me.
It was his idea to bring Rowdy home.
What would I do without him?
Oh, sick. I hate to even think about it.
In conclusion, since I will never stop being an angsty teen with a dark song in my heart, I’d like to leave you with a poem I wrote for him last year. He’s the only person who’s ever seen it. I really intended on keeping it that way, but I want to put it out there: I really love Jason Cosper.
A LOVE POEM FOR JASON
When we die,
I want my bones to be buried inside your bones.
My ribcage inside your ribcage
my spine locked together with yours
tibias, clavicles, teeth and fingers all mixed up.
It’s comforting to think about,
when I’m scaring myself with my own mortality,
this idea of us together.
It’s romantic to imagine,
when I’m paralyzed by fear.
Your bones guarding mine.
My bones touching yours.
Whatever happens next,
whether we see it or not,
I’d die knowing I’d be with you.
The earth above pressing us into each other.
Fusing us together.
Parted by death no more.
My bones inside your bones.