True Love

Our conversation the other night:

K: Why do you love me? 

R: What do you mean?

K: I am just such a *retard!

R: Yes, but you are MY retard.  

 

{sorry if that offends because it wasn't PC}

Even with all of my *many* faults, somehow  Randal still loves me.  

Sometimes I don't get it, but then if I really think about it...

We are kind of perfect for each other...