{ him. }

 He can stand to be around me even on days I don't like myself that much. He brings me cups of jasmine tea (even buys the tea for me when he goes to the store). He always lets me take long baths. He puts up with my Oblivion obsession. He always wants to cuddle. He never tells me the ending of a book, even when I beg him. He encourages me to do the things I love, like photography, painting, drawing, reiki, yoga, cooking, playing the guitar, and never teases me. 

He tells me he loves me at least 30 times a day. He eats anything I cook and never complains. He picks up after himself. He buys me BBQ when he can tell I don't want to cook. He makes plans with me (Thailand, here we come!! Well, in October...). He makes me feel beautiful, even when I've torn every piece of clothing out of the closet and can't find a thing to wear (don't look at the bedroom today...). 

He always makes me feel special. He lets me watch "Lost" and only makes fun of it on the commercials. He can always make me laugh. He never makes me feel bad when I cry. He's always there when I wake up in the morning, and when I fall asleep at night (unless it's the random Saturday night the guys are playing Bad Company and I fall asleep before they're done lol).

I know I'll never have to feel like I'm doing anything by myself; I know he'll always be there, even when I feel grumpy at the world for no apparent reason.  I love this man. More than he'll ever know. I may not be able to get to the sea, but he'll always be there waiting for me when I get home, and that is all I'll ever need.