He calls me beautiful. He keeps his promises. He listens to me when I talk and remembers the things I tell him. He is always planning thoughtful dates for us, even though we can have fun together no matter what we are doing. He has this cute little deep laugh that happens when he is being mischievous that drives me crazy, in a good way. He understands that I’m silly, not ditzy. He laughs at me and my little idiosyncrasies. He holds me like he never wants to let me go. He likes to remind me that he thinks I’m amazing. He understands that my friends are a big part of my life and takes the time to get to know them.
He makes me smile… a lot.
He is the kind of boy who buys me Beatles Rock Band just because he feels like doing something nice for me and knows I want it. He’s the kind of boy who wants to take me to the Jets game on Sunday even though he’s a Dolphins fan. He’s the kind of boy I always wanted but never thought I’d ever be able to call my own… but I can. 🙂