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Last night I went to bed in his arms. Like normal, as we go to sleep I rest my head on his chest and he puts his arm around me (sometimes both). He also likes to put the covers over my eyes when he catches me looking at him, and then the tickling war begins. We tickle each other all the damn time, it's hysterical. We do it because we love hearing each other laugh. Whenever I hear him laugh, I start laughing as well and every bit of me feels like jumping up and down and smothering him with kisses. So then, after we talk for a bit (mostly about what the next day is going to be like, a string of really cheesy jokes, reflection on the day's events, or just tired mumbling babble), and then he turns over onto his left side (and so do I) and then I put my arm around him, he holds it close and holds onto to it tightly, and then we try to fall asleep. Then, all throughout the night I wake up in different sleeping positions. Sometimes he is holding onto me in everyway possible with his head snuggled on my shoulder and chest, sometimes me on his shoulder with our legs intertwined, sometimes with our foreheads touching each other, and him holding onto my hands...We weren't like this as much in the beginning. We would go to sleep, but not all cuddled up all the time like this. Things between us are more affectionate and intimate. It's something exciting.
He does little things. I am not one who needs someone to do something big for me in order for him to show me that he cares for me. I don't need a dozen roses to be sent to my dorm in order to know that I am on his mind here and there throughout the day. The other night he said his day ended well and that he definitely couldn't complain about anything because I was there with him. He showed me all these emails he gets from his mom...they are all these funny forwards (he sends a lot of them to me and they crack me up) . As I saw his inbox I saw this email I sent to him in January that was just an email sending him a bug and lots of kisses because I knew he had been really stressed that week. It was just sweet seeing he had kept an email I sent him from that long ago. I love it how he remembers the last time we saw each other to the day. I love it how he remembered that we hadn't seen each other on the weekend for four weeks in a row, but the last time we did see each other on the weekend we saw each other two days that weekend, and when I said he had an impressive memory he replied, "How could I forget?" in that way. Not the overly mushy and sappy way, but in the Dave way. Like...of course I remember, why wouldn't I? I don't like over-mushiness and sappiness, and thank goodness that Dave isn't like that. He does get sweeter though, but in a way that I like and can stomach, hahaha.
Lately I've noticed that Dave has been cutting down the amount of smoking he's been doing. This is definitely a good thing, because he smokes way too much for comfort sometimes. Him smoking was actually the main reason why I wasn't going to date him (but then his personality and everything else really won me over...I'm a sucker for the nice guys). So I tell him I have noticed him cutting down on the amount he smokes and he goes on to tell me that he is trying to quit smoking, and that he will do it, and that it is all mental and then goes on to say he's sorry. I asked him why he apologized, and he says it was because he knows that I am an asthmatic, and all, but that he does try to smoke sitting on the other couch on farther away from me, and that he has the air filter going on so that it doesn't affect my ashtma too much. It was actually really sweet. I knew that he has tried in the past to not make my asthma worse and then sometimes feels bad for smoking around me, so I just thought it was a sweet form of affirmation I guess. He is trying to kick the habit, and in a sense I am acting as a form of incentive, even though I haven't asked him to stop (because I know how hard it is to quit). It's all good :0)
I'm just in this giddy state right now. I just can't stop smiling and feeling all giddy inside. It's exciting to be in this moment in time. It's exciting to have someone in mind that just makes everything more meaningful than it was to begin with. It's nice waking up in the morning and hearing him showering or the jingling of the hangers on the bed frame when he is getting his shirt for work. Then I pop my head up out from under the covers and he always says, "Morning!". And he is always smiling and normally laughs at my half sleeping look on my face. I love this. There is so much passion between us, yet we both are total goofs most of the time. It's just this fantastic feeling. It's different, new, familiar, alive, and such a welcomed breath of fresh air...
He does little things. I am not one who needs someone to do something big for me in order for him to show me that he cares for me. I don't need a dozen roses to be sent to my dorm in order to know that I am on his mind here and there throughout the day. The other night he said his day ended well and that he definitely couldn't complain about anything because I was there with him. He showed me all these emails he gets from his mom...they are all these funny forwards (he sends a lot of them to me and they crack me up) . As I saw his inbox I saw this email I sent to him in January that was just an email sending him a bug and lots of kisses because I knew he had been really stressed that week. It was just sweet seeing he had kept an email I sent him from that long ago. I love it how he remembers the last time we saw each other to the day. I love it how he remembered that we hadn't seen each other on the weekend for four weeks in a row, but the last time we did see each other on the weekend we saw each other two days that weekend, and when I said he had an impressive memory he replied, "How could I forget?" in that way. Not the overly mushy and sappy way, but in the Dave way. Like...of course I remember, why wouldn't I? I don't like over-mushiness and sappiness, and thank goodness that Dave isn't like that. He does get sweeter though, but in a way that I like and can stomach, hahaha.
Lately I've noticed that Dave has been cutting down the amount of smoking he's been doing. This is definitely a good thing, because he smokes way too much for comfort sometimes. Him smoking was actually the main reason why I wasn't going to date him (but then his personality and everything else really won me over...I'm a sucker for the nice guys). So I tell him I have noticed him cutting down on the amount he smokes and he goes on to tell me that he is trying to quit smoking, and that he will do it, and that it is all mental and then goes on to say he's sorry. I asked him why he apologized, and he says it was because he knows that I am an asthmatic, and all, but that he does try to smoke sitting on the other couch on farther away from me, and that he has the air filter going on so that it doesn't affect my ashtma too much. It was actually really sweet. I knew that he has tried in the past to not make my asthma worse and then sometimes feels bad for smoking around me, so I just thought it was a sweet form of affirmation I guess. He is trying to kick the habit, and in a sense I am acting as a form of incentive, even though I haven't asked him to stop (because I know how hard it is to quit). It's all good :0)
I'm just in this giddy state right now. I just can't stop smiling and feeling all giddy inside. It's exciting to be in this moment in time. It's exciting to have someone in mind that just makes everything more meaningful than it was to begin with. It's nice waking up in the morning and hearing him showering or the jingling of the hangers on the bed frame when he is getting his shirt for work. Then I pop my head up out from under the covers and he always says, "Morning!". And he is always smiling and normally laughs at my half sleeping look on my face. I love this. There is so much passion between us, yet we both are total goofs most of the time. It's just this fantastic feeling. It's different, new, familiar, alive, and such a welcomed breath of fresh air...