I love her, man. I do.
The way she looks when she smiles.
The way she sings to herself while doing chores.
The way she knows what I'm thinking before I say anything.
The way she answers the phone, just the little things.
The way the mucous drips from her digestion sac.
The way her proboscis gleams in the moonlight.
The buzzing noise she makes in my ear when she's excited.
I can't get her out of my head, I need to ask for her claw in marriage.
I'm so nervous, but what can I say?
Tentacles crossed, ya know?