No, really. Who else will tolerate your weird habits? Who won't run away when you forget where you left your keys again (and blame quantum physics for it)? Who will admire how you can hold your phone, a cup of tea, and life's problems in one hand at the same time?
Just me. You're laughing, but this is love in its purest form. Love is when you not only accept a person with all their cockroaches, but also feed them cookies. Love is when even if you ate all the cake yesterday at 11:57 PM, I'll still make you coffee this morning (and hide the rest of the sweets). Love is when you send me a meme at 3 AM and I reply "ahah" because you deserve my best laugh. So if you ever doubt my love, just remember: no one loves you the way I do. And that, by the way, is your biggest luck in life.
With love, your biggest fan and sponsor of good mood. Nadya.