once more
I know my past entries been only about one person. I guess this is my way of expressing myself without friends judging my situations. And, here's another post. Its almost valentines day.
There's just some things I don't tell him. Maybe one day ill have the guts to.
He told me once "do whatever makes you happy." All I wanted to say was being with him makes me happy.
I love the way he cares for his friends. He realizes that his friends will always be there unlike me. Our relationship might end anyday.
I love his hospitality, courtesy, manners, and shyness. I love that he'll take care of my girlfriends whether if I'm around or not. He doesn't disrespect any females drunk or not.
I love his insecurity. Its a sign of weakness which I appreciate to see from him on rare occasions. I love that he worries too much sometimes. So cute.
I love that I don't need to give him any hints. He seems to know when to open up to me and when I need to know.
I just love being in his arms . . warmth. Love the stories he tell about him growing up and his "bad boy" experiences.
I love that he reminds me to protect myself; don't let myself fall so deep without control of my emotions. I love that he pulls himself away from me forcing me to spend time with family and friends.
I'm tired of typing now. I think it stems from understanding and accepting. There's so much that he's not and so much more he could do. But, I'm accepting who he is and learning to love everything about him. Its better than spending time figuring out what he's not and what I'm missing.
There's just some things I don't tell him. Maybe one day ill have the guts to.
He told me once "do whatever makes you happy." All I wanted to say was being with him makes me happy.
I love the way he cares for his friends. He realizes that his friends will always be there unlike me. Our relationship might end anyday.
I love his hospitality, courtesy, manners, and shyness. I love that he'll take care of my girlfriends whether if I'm around or not. He doesn't disrespect any females drunk or not.
I love his insecurity. Its a sign of weakness which I appreciate to see from him on rare occasions. I love that he worries too much sometimes. So cute.
I love that I don't need to give him any hints. He seems to know when to open up to me and when I need to know.
I just love being in his arms . . warmth. Love the stories he tell about him growing up and his "bad boy" experiences.
I love that he reminds me to protect myself; don't let myself fall so deep without control of my emotions. I love that he pulls himself away from me forcing me to spend time with family and friends.
I'm tired of typing now. I think it stems from understanding and accepting. There's so much that he's not and so much more he could do. But, I'm accepting who he is and learning to love everything about him. Its better than spending time figuring out what he's not and what I'm missing.