All The Things I Love About You

Jack Barakat,
I really love your nose.
I couldn't think of some fancy poetic way to write this letter.
I just really, really love your nose.
And, not meaning to be rude, but you have a horrible nose, even you'll admit that.
But I love it so much.
I love the way it scrunches when I press tiny kisses to it in the morning.
I love to feel your nose buried into my neck when we cuddle.
It's just so interesting.
Such an odd nose you have, Mr. Barakat.
But I seriously love your nose.
Now, listen here poobum,
I know you hate your nose.
I know the amount of times you've looked into plastic surgery.
But... Maybe we look the way we do
for a reason.
Your hair was supposed to be that poopy brown colour
And your nose was supposed to be a little larger than your mothers.
And your legs are made to be really long, so why bother
with changing yourself when we've met one another.
We're supposed to meet someone real
who makes us feel
so much more
than these little flaws.
We just need a heartbeat,
and a burning love.
We have each other.
...
Oh... So I guess I can make your nose poetic.
Thats good.
I love your nose Jack.

Yours forever,
Alexander x

'You're so weird.' Jack chuckles as he folds the letter up and puts it on his bedside table before leaning back against Alex's chest,
'I know.' The elder whispers, 'I just really like your nose.' He adds, stroking a hand across Jack's stomach lightly,
'Weirdo.' Jack grins before turning his head and nudging his nose against his boyfriends.