He is Hobbes when I am Calvin
He is the shoe when I want to be a sock
He is water when I want whiskey (he can be soda too)
He is Woody when I want to be Buzz
He is Pon when I want to be Zi
And he is Vice when I want to be Versa (and sometimes the other way too)
He is the string in a pair of pajamas
He is the S on the superman logo
He is laughter when I need some lightening up.
And sometimes he is the tears too.
He is there—an unfailing safety net
He persists long after I have given up
He brings a perspective I would have never seen
He listens patiently even when he knows I am wrong
He has in him a capacity to love like no one else
Also to annoy like nobody else. (wonder if they go together too)
He is a part of me.
Happy birthday to the love of my life.
I am so glad we are. :)
© 2014 Preeti Shenoy
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