I'm about to sound like some cheesy love sick girl. But sometimes I cant help it when it comes to talking about my boyfriend. He's my love, my best friend, my everything.
We met when we were very little.. elementary to be exact. We both had little school yard crushes on each other. And then I had to move. I moved to the other side of town but we never saw each other again. Which is funny because over the course of our relationship, we have realized that we had a bunch of chances to meet, but for one way or the other we never saw eachother. Which I'm glad, because if we did meet up earlier, this special thing we got going on, would not be happening. So eventually we met up. How? Through Facebook, and my roommate had gone to high school with him and we got reintroduced. We first saw each other through Skype and then after a while we finally hung out. So we dated for about two months or so until December 30, 2010, he asked me to be his girlfriend. And ever since then he has made me the happiest girl ever.
He's a big part of my life. When things get tough, he's there for me and he makes me happy. He listens to me when I have something troubling me. And I love how with just one look or by just hearing my voice he can sense that there is something bothering me. He's caring, smart and amazing. I love him.
