Lovelovelovelovelovelovelove...
I'll lj-cut this so you don't have to wade through my sappy babblings.
Tom is really wonderful to me. Y'know what he got me as graduation gifts? First, he got me Anastasia on DVD, because I'd talked about how much I loved it, and he remembered that I said I didn't have it. He also got me "Do You Remember? Fifteen Years Of The Bouncing Souls" because he knows the Souls are my favorite band, and the DVD has a) a "feature-length" documentary, b) six music videos, and c) a 50-song "set list" of live footage. Hoorah! (I haven't watched DYR? yet, because I want to watch it with him, but I watched Anastasia the day after he got it for me.)
He remembers little things that I mention, and uses them to make me incredibly happy. ^^
Another wonderful thing is how much he encourages me with everything. He's really the reason that I started playing my bass again, and the two songs that I've been most proud of writing were inspired by/about him (even though one TOTALLY doesn't apply anymore). He always tells me how much he loves playing music with me. (And he writes songs inspired by me! <3!) He encourages my theater work. When he found out that I couldn't go to Riverside, he started discussing the possibility of getting a "youth group" theater started with our friends. He says he loves seeing me perform. He loves my art, compliments it, loves the same drawings that I love, and always tells me how amazed he is at how I'm always improving. And he hasn't read much of my writing, but he's really liked what he has read, and encourages me to write more.
He always puts me in such a good mood, and the few (uh, two? three?) times that I haven't been happy while with him, he's made me feel better than I thought possible. It especially meant a lot to me one of the mornings when I'd slept over his house. I woke up upset for no discernable reason, and ended up waking him up. He rubbed my back and smiled and kissed my cheek and told me to cry as much as I needed to, and generally made me feel a lot better about not knowing why I was crying. Idunno, I guess it was really different to me, someone letting me cry. I'm used to trying furiously to stop crying, and people trying to make me stop (party because of their own discomfort). It was suprisingly refreshing to have him say, "Go right ahead if you need to. You've got a lot to cry about."
My sweet, lovely Tom.
I wish I could think of something good enough to give him, something I could make as a tribute to his sheer awesomeness, but he's not only too good for words, he's too good for images, and anything else is a rather unfamiliar medium for me.
I'll find a way.
Tom is really wonderful to me. Y'know what he got me as graduation gifts? First, he got me Anastasia on DVD, because I'd talked about how much I loved it, and he remembered that I said I didn't have it. He also got me "Do You Remember? Fifteen Years Of The Bouncing Souls" because he knows the Souls are my favorite band, and the DVD has a) a "feature-length" documentary, b) six music videos, and c) a 50-song "set list" of live footage. Hoorah! (I haven't watched DYR? yet, because I want to watch it with him, but I watched Anastasia the day after he got it for me.)
He remembers little things that I mention, and uses them to make me incredibly happy. ^^
Another wonderful thing is how much he encourages me with everything. He's really the reason that I started playing my bass again, and the two songs that I've been most proud of writing were inspired by/about him (even though one TOTALLY doesn't apply anymore). He always tells me how much he loves playing music with me. (And he writes songs inspired by me! <3!) He encourages my theater work. When he found out that I couldn't go to Riverside, he started discussing the possibility of getting a "youth group" theater started with our friends. He says he loves seeing me perform. He loves my art, compliments it, loves the same drawings that I love, and always tells me how amazed he is at how I'm always improving. And he hasn't read much of my writing, but he's really liked what he has read, and encourages me to write more.
He always puts me in such a good mood, and the few (uh, two? three?) times that I haven't been happy while with him, he's made me feel better than I thought possible. It especially meant a lot to me one of the mornings when I'd slept over his house. I woke up upset for no discernable reason, and ended up waking him up. He rubbed my back and smiled and kissed my cheek and told me to cry as much as I needed to, and generally made me feel a lot better about not knowing why I was crying. Idunno, I guess it was really different to me, someone letting me cry. I'm used to trying furiously to stop crying, and people trying to make me stop (party because of their own discomfort). It was suprisingly refreshing to have him say, "Go right ahead if you need to. You've got a lot to cry about."
My sweet, lovely Tom.
I wish I could think of something good enough to give him, something I could make as a tribute to his sheer awesomeness, but he's not only too good for words, he's too good for images, and anything else is a rather unfamiliar medium for me.
I'll find a way.