"You're cute," you told me.
I was hiding beneath the covers of your bed,
And you spooned with me over the blankets as
We watched Independence Day.

When the love scenes came on and
Will Smith finally got down on one knee,
I tightened my hand in yours in a silent, secret promise:
'If aliens invade, I will steal a government helicopter
to make sure you are safe.'

I love you, even if
We've never made much sense.