This man right here makes me the happiest woman in the world, I am the happiest when i'm next to him. He's not only my boyfriend but he is also my best friend. He's my smile, laugh, my sparkle to my eye, my positive thinking, my motivation, my muse, my will to keep trying and to never give up, my strength, my weakness, my helpful hand, my frustration, my anger, my stress, my good-will, my sunshine that brightens my day. We butt heads because we're both hard headed and stubborn, but I wouldn't change it for the world. We fight like a married couple, talk like best friends, flirt like first loves, and protect each other like siblings. He calls me beautiful even when i'm in my sweats, hoodie, hair tied back, with no make up on. He annoys me more than I ever thought possible, but I spend every irritating minute with him. He gives me compliments, even when i know he means, I don't feel that way about myself, he helps me feel so much better about myself. He helps me out when i'm stuck in situations, I shouldn't be. He helps me think through things clearly. He's my "therapist" and listens to me when i'm venting about my father and others. He wipes my tears when i'm crying, he comforts me. He was there when I found out about my great grandmother passed away, I kept pushing him away and he just kept pulling me back in. He takes care of me when i'm sick and makes sure I have everything I need, when I want something he goes and gets it, such as a polar pop. We fight, we yell, we cuss, we protect each other, we help one another when we're stuck, we give each other advice even when we don't wanna hear it, we calm each other down. I love this man with all my heart. |
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