When you are not ashamed to show her your comic book collection.
When you are not ashamed to let him see you in granny panties.
Knowing she’s crazy and not running away.
Knowing that he knows your crazy and yet still hasn’t run away.
When you find someone who laughs at an impressively loud fart.
When you don’t even notice the odor in his room anymore.
Seeing her reach for the check on the first date.
Seeing him hold your purse (with minimal bitching) while you try on that pair of shoes that you both know you have no business trying on.
Being able to go to your happy place when PMS comes a knockin’.
Being able to admit that maybe you were being a little hormonal when you cried because he changed the channel during that GEICO commercial you like.
Sitting through 12 hours of the Next Top Model marathon.
Sitting through an hour and a half of terrible comedians just to see him for five minutes.
Not being afraid to let her see your dirty undies lying around.
Not complaining when he falls asleep in his dirty clothes, without taking a shower or even washing his face.
The simple things that you can’t buy in a store.
The complex things that there are no words for.