double chin

i'm trying this name on for size and stuff.

i was just looking at pictures of this weekend, oops i mean the past two days, which were full of independence day festivities, and i realized that part of the reason i love mark is that his face is puffy.

a lot of times i feel like my face is puffy, too.

i think it is awesome how in pictures, he can look bloated and insane, AND still hot. i like to kiss his double chin because it makes him slightly self conscious. but not only that, but because i love it. it's so funny and purposeless. it's not in proportion to the rest of his face and body, as the rest of him is much more slim. i don't understand how it manages to exists. it is steadfastly fighting against all odds, for no reason at all. perhaps this is why i love it. i love that everyone hates double chins, and so, i feel rebellious in loving one. i hate my own. this is starting to sound boring and fruedian, that loving his is my way of accepting myself, but isn't that what a large part of love is. i imagine slicing it off of his face with a knife and squeezing in my hands like a stress ball, rubbing my hand back and forth over the stubble, and grasping it in my sleep.

i think i may fictionalize this, and then i wouldn't be embarrassed if people read it.