Loving you is mostly wonderful, occasionally exhausting, and always cheaper than therapy — though only barely so.
Funny Love Wishes For Him
Funny and cute love wishes for him. Show your affection and humor with these sweet messages and bring a smile to his face.
You're the reason I check my phone constantly and pretend I wasn't checking my phone constantly.
If love is blind, mine apparently also lost its sense of smell when you took off those socks.
I'd take a bullet for you — a small one, in a non-vital area, with good insurance coverage.
You stole my heart, my fries, and most of the blanket — I'm only complaining about two of those.
Marriage might be a long conversation, but ours is mostly you explaining why the toaster makes that noise.
I love you more than coffee, but please don't make me prove it before nine in the morning.
You're my favorite mistake, assuming we're calling it a mistake — the lawyer said not to confirm anything.
Loving you means accepting that you'll narrate every movie we've already seen together at least twice.
If we ever break up, I'm keeping the dog, the playlist, and the moral high ground regardless.
You're proof that red flags look surprisingly cute in the right lighting and the right cologne.
I told my friends you're the one — they laughed, then sighed, then asked if you have a brother.
Our love story isn't a fairytale; it's more of a sitcom with a laugh track only I can hear.
You make me want to be a better person, mostly so I can complain about you with cleaner hands.
I'd cross oceans for you, but please don't test that during hurricane season or before my second coffee.
Loving you is like assembling furniture — there's always a piece left over and we're both pretending it's fine.
You're the GPS recalculating my life every time I try to take the emotionally avoidant exit.
If looks could kill, yours would only give me a mild concussion — thankfully I survive on personality.
I love how you laugh at your own jokes; somebody has to and I'm tired of pretending it's me.
You complete me, mostly by finishing the snacks I was clearly saving for tomorrow afternoon.
Our love language is sarcasm followed by hand-holding, which confuses everyone except us and the cat.
I picked you for your face; I'm keeping you for the way you handle a difficult customer service call.
You're my person — also my snorer, my remote-hoarder, and the reason I learned what mansplaining means.
Loving you is a full-time job with terrible hours and excellent benefits I'd never want to lose.
If this is what soulmates feel like, I owe my exes an apology and possibly a small refund.