Jeff holds my hand in public and likes my eyebrows. He tells me good morning when I wake up and he has the most complicated eye color I've ever come across. He may know how to cook an apple pie over a campfire and is a great dancer. He plays a mean game of Scrabble and a meaner Boggle and is doing the job that I wish I had.
He's the best boyfriend.
Happy birthday, buddy! You're my favorite.
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