I know it sucks T-T but please R &R

What is it like being in love with Alfred F. Jones?

It's a never ending battle of keeping your sanity and it's the little things he does that make your heart thump as if someone is trapped inside it and couldn't get out. Pounding on the walls with their fists, the vibrations from their screams representing how loud you want to yell out from joy when he quietly whispers "I love you" in the midst of a passionate kiss. The little smiles that appear on his face when he cheers a little child up when their ice-cream fell and buying them a new one. Making hamburgers every weekend, just knowing that he'll show up with a bouquet of flowers and a peck on the cheek. Those little moments are the ones that bring the butterflies to your stomach. When you scream because of a spider and he quickly runs to you and lifts you into his arms, only to realize that it's a spider and he screams and quickly runs away with both of you.

That look of serenity on his face when you're both sitting on the couch cuddling. The pouts he puts on when he loses a video-game. The determination in his eyes when he yells out "I'm the hero!" And those eyes, those deep blue iris' that could put any ocean to shame. They never betray any emotion that he's feeling, revealing the truth and the pain in his heart when he thinks of the American Revolutionary War. Holding him in your arms as he quietly sulks into your shoulder. It feels like your heart is being slowly ripped out and fed to you.

Without the sorrow though, you might not be as happy when he lets out those small, kind smiles while reciting Frank O'Hara's "Having A Coke With You" whilst actually having a coke with you in a torn up red booth in some 50's diner. Hearing him say:

"and the portrait show seem to have no faces in it at all, just paint

You suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them

I look at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world."

While you are both soaked to the bone and still end up having romantic kisses in the rain. Those smiles in between those kisses and pressing your foreheads together while the rain is steadily dripping onto your faces. Those cheesy, romantic moments are the ones that you cherish. What you probably don't realize, is that those are the moments that he also cherishes.

So to sum it up, being in love with Alfred F. Jones is like a rollercoaster of happiness and sorrow. Though it's one that you're not planning to get off of anytime soon. Because you will love him for a thousand years, and a thousand years more.