Dear Ginger Candy

I love you more than I can even begin to describe. I love when you leave ginger candies in my boots (even though those things are disgusting). I love when you make me late for work by not letting me leave your side to shower (even though I would be late for work anyway so who am I kidding?). I love watching you wrestle with your kitten-sized dog (and I love that I love the dog too, but it may have something to do with the fact that he’s pretty much a kitten). I love that when I’m working, all I think about is how I can’t wait to be off so I can hang out with you… but how much I want to stay when you come to work the night shift and I have to leave… I love all of the things I learn from you, even if it has to do with video games (you make everything sound exciting). I love when you laugh at me for being a dork, because I embrace it and am glad you do too. I love your positive outlook on life and your energy (even when I have none)… I love that even though I will always be insecure, I’ve never felt this comfortable about myself with anybody else. I have a long way to go, but you make it seem easy. And the fact that you’re so damn fine is really the cherry on top of my sundae. I love you (just as much as you love me)… which better be a lot. —Pumpkin Pie Blizzard

This article appears in Nov 1-7, 2012.