You Get Me

I love how much you "get me." You know that coming home after a long trip of eating crappy food, it would make me happy to come home to a roast, a pizza kit, and various munchies! You "get me" in the sense that I trust you to know me in ways that no one else will ever know. You can tell when I'm stressed and know how to fix it. You know when I'm down that an interesting meal with some thoughtful presentation will perk me up. You know I'm going to buy chips when we stop at any gas station for any reason at any time, and you're cool with that because you know that's just me. I hope to grow to the level of understanding for you that you have of me.