Everything is just too perfect it seems....
I love when he tells me, "You're the girl of my dreams" when he thinks I'm sleeping and can't hear him.
I love when he cuts a piece of meat off the roast before he cooks it so he can take it out early because I like it more rare than everyone else.
I love when he tries to surprise me but he's just too excited about it and gives in.
I love how we both sleep heavier when we sleep alone but haven't and can't go a single night without each other.
I love how silly he is.
I love how he knows how to step up to the plate without even being prompted.
I love how his mother has never liked or even met in person one of his girlfriends before but, with me, is excited to actually meet me for Christmas in Scotland.
I love how he never expects me to skip time with my friends or school work in order to be with him.
I love how when I talk to him, everything is honest and open.
I love how he tells me he wishes he had met me earlier in his life because he doesn't know how he made it so long without me, but immediately says how if he had met me at his younger age he wouldn't have appreciated everything I've done for him.
I love how without him keeping me grounded, I would have taken a bad path.
I love how I don't feel pressured about anything in our relationship and we both want the same things out of life.
I love his eyes.
I love how he knows more secrets, stories, fears, hopes, dreams, beliefs, aspirations, accomplishments, and follies about me than any other soul on or off this earth.
I love how he shares a lot of those follies in common with me but we still know we are beyond any of that with each other.
I love helping him and seeing how he helps me.
I love how much love he has for his brother, sister, mother, step father, and friends.
I love how passionate he is about so many beautiful things on this earth and even the ugly things that need fixing.
I love how we watch CNN together and cuddle.
I love how much my mother, who talks more about him to her friends and co-workers than me, and brother and friends LOOOVE him.
I love how all of this started with a single barbie party, a little cup of Jose Cuervo, a tiny denim skirt, a cowboy hat, some home drawn tattoos by another boy who was dust in the wind the moment I met you, on a weekend when a boy who never meant to me what he deserved to mean to anyone was expected to come, and a little regurgitation.
I love Mr. Roozbeh Nakhaee and nothing on this earth could change that, not even God herself.