When Tate and I were dating, we were totally, disgustingly in love. Once at a restaurant while waiting for a table at the bar, we must have been gazing longingly at one another over our draft beers. A random guy walked up to us and said, “It’s pretty clear you two are in love.”
It’s not like that anymore and that’s okay. I don’t think that level of gushiness is possible once you’re passed the initial drunken stages of love.
In those early days of our romance, we used to make up songs to sing to each other. I’d forgotten all about this song and wanted to write it down because I don’t want to ever forget about it again.
This is the boy I love the most
He’s even better than a juicy rump roast
He’s the hottest boy from coast to coast!
Yes, this is the boy I love-a the most!
This is the girl I love the most
She’s even better than a piece of old burned up toast
She’s the hottest girl from coast to coast!
Yes, this is the girl I love-a the most!
I know. It’s so beautiful, you probably don’t even know what to say.