“Always Half Full” by Anji Johnston

One in ten chances of you being color blind, because you’ve one X chromosome within you, whereas I’ve got two. You’ve potential six-pack abs; no matter how many crunches I do, my highest, brightest goal could just be—maybe—a flat tummy, maybe, I’m working onit. I tell myself it’s your testosterone, not my lethargy. Your adam’s apple bobs quite visibly, your voice is deeper, your hair more present throughout your body yet also more prone to migrating down from your skull to your chin. You’re twice as likely as me to snore, if only your gender has a tendency to store more fat around your neck and throat. Yes, and I know I’m genetically prone to have a larger derriere than you. I probably owe Jennifer Lopez an eye for everything she’s done to make me feel beautiful about it. But I do have a superior sense of smell—especially during ovulation, so please extract those dirty socks from your feet and dump them into the washer as soon as humanly possible.  And while all these things are running through my head, I don’t think I’ll share any of it.  A penny for my thoughts?  Don’t think so. Did Imention that I am absolutely madly in love with you? Well, okay, that part I could share.
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