my boy
mood: 
thoughtful
music: Lucky - Colbie Cailat
My boy picks me up at the train station with roses, spiked hair, and a bright smile. He takes my hand and kisses me and talks to me. He describes everything around us constantly, because he's very aware of the fact that I will eventually need to know it due to my eventual move up to Cal. He introduces me to his friends, who all know who I am (he must talk about me a lot), even the ones who he doesn't introduce me to ask me in the bathroom, "Hey, you're Mark's girlfriend, right?"
My boy takes me out for fancy dates for which we dress up but pay as much as we would in jeans and t-shirts. He is not just my boyfriend, but my best friend--truly, and not just because we're together, but because our friendship runs much, much deeper than our relationship (and I wrote in his yearbook, "I have a feeling that no matter what happens to us, we're going to end up growing old together"). He doesn't put on any airs or try to impress me; he's just himself, and it's so easy to talk to him--once the conversation gets going, we can go on for hours.
My boy holds me close in his sleep and sometimes ends up in uncomfortable positions, but unconsciously shifts and shifts until he gets into a comfortable one in which he can still hold me. He dreams of me, and I of him, and we wake each other up with soft kisses and gentle touches.
My boy asks if I'm okay and tells me that I worry too much. He takes me to dances because he knows I've been dying to dance, and he insists on feeding me when I vaguely mention needing something to munch on. He asks if my food is okay and if I'm cold. He carries my bags for me--but even better than that, sometimes, he'll just take half of my load and let me carry the rest. He's willing to dish out money for me--but will let me treat him sometimes, too. (This is why he's so perfect for me.)
My boy teaches me about the world, and he teaches me about love. He takes care of me when I am down, and listens to my troubles even if they're silly. He gives me advice on things I don't even want advice on, because he wants to help. He listens when I tell him my insecurities and anxieties, and he tells me about his own.
My boy laughs with me, smiles at me, and kisses my hands when the mood strikes him. My boy treats me not like a possession or a heavenly object but a beloved person. My boy thinks that I'm smart and pretty and interesting and strong.
My boy wanted to be with me so that he could treat me the way he believes that I deserve to be treated. He stresses over ways to ask me to dances and tries so hard to be a good boyfriend. He doesn't know that he doesn't really need to try. He already is the best I could ever ask for.
My boy fulfills my dreams.
every time we say goodbye
i wish we had one more kiss
thoughtfulmusic: Lucky - Colbie Cailat
My boy picks me up at the train station with roses, spiked hair, and a bright smile. He takes my hand and kisses me and talks to me. He describes everything around us constantly, because he's very aware of the fact that I will eventually need to know it due to my eventual move up to Cal. He introduces me to his friends, who all know who I am (he must talk about me a lot), even the ones who he doesn't introduce me to ask me in the bathroom, "Hey, you're Mark's girlfriend, right?"
My boy takes me out for fancy dates for which we dress up but pay as much as we would in jeans and t-shirts. He is not just my boyfriend, but my best friend--truly, and not just because we're together, but because our friendship runs much, much deeper than our relationship (and I wrote in his yearbook, "I have a feeling that no matter what happens to us, we're going to end up growing old together"). He doesn't put on any airs or try to impress me; he's just himself, and it's so easy to talk to him--once the conversation gets going, we can go on for hours.
My boy holds me close in his sleep and sometimes ends up in uncomfortable positions, but unconsciously shifts and shifts until he gets into a comfortable one in which he can still hold me. He dreams of me, and I of him, and we wake each other up with soft kisses and gentle touches.
My boy asks if I'm okay and tells me that I worry too much. He takes me to dances because he knows I've been dying to dance, and he insists on feeding me when I vaguely mention needing something to munch on. He asks if my food is okay and if I'm cold. He carries my bags for me--but even better than that, sometimes, he'll just take half of my load and let me carry the rest. He's willing to dish out money for me--but will let me treat him sometimes, too. (This is why he's so perfect for me.)
My boy teaches me about the world, and he teaches me about love. He takes care of me when I am down, and listens to my troubles even if they're silly. He gives me advice on things I don't even want advice on, because he wants to help. He listens when I tell him my insecurities and anxieties, and he tells me about his own.
My boy laughs with me, smiles at me, and kisses my hands when the mood strikes him. My boy treats me not like a possession or a heavenly object but a beloved person. My boy thinks that I'm smart and pretty and interesting and strong.
My boy wanted to be with me so that he could treat me the way he believes that I deserve to be treated. He stresses over ways to ask me to dances and tries so hard to be a good boyfriend. He doesn't know that he doesn't really need to try. He already is the best I could ever ask for.
My boy fulfills my dreams.
every time we say goodbye
i wish we had one more kiss
Posted on 10/19/08 by Elaine
frustrated
Boo.
happy
