He makes me want to be able to cook something so that I can serve him breakfast in bed or dinner at a table with real dishes and maybe even flowers and candles. He makes me want to secretly borrow all of the books from his shelf and read them so that I can reference them at a later time and impress his pants off. He makes me want to learn Spanish and survive cold weather and recall historical events and memorize the lyrics to N.W.A. and La Dispute songs. I have even considered letting him teach me how to ride a bike or play guitar.
When we accidentally match our clothes or I order his meal correctly at a restaurant we frequent, I don’t really mind if people are judging us for being one of those couples.