I really did write an awesome blog post praising Mr. Okayest (who is way beyond Okay), but it ended up being too personal, so, oh well, you don’t get to read it. It really did have 60 things on it, and it really was awesome, and I gave it to him as a Christmas present.
So, you know, nevermind. Thanks anyway.
The way I feel about him can really just be summed up by this song from “Juno”:
If I was a flower growing wild and free
All I’d want is you to be my sweet honey bee
And if I was a tree growing tall and green
All I’d want is you to shade me and be my leaves
If you were a river in the mountains tall
The rumble of your water would be my call
If you were the winter, I know I’d be the snow
Just as long as you were with me when the cold winds blow
If you were a wink, I’d be a nod
If you were a seed, well I’d be a pod
If you were the floor, I’d wanna be the rug
And if you were a kiss, I know I’d be a hug
If you were the wood, I’d be the fire
If you were the love, I’d be the desire
If you were a castle, I’d be your moat
And if you were an ocean, I’d learn to float
All I want is you, will you be my bride?
Take me by the hand and stand by my side
All I want is you, will you stay with me?
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea
(Except for the bride part. But “groom” doesn’t rhyme.)