I like that I can say, “Babe. My face.” and Robbie automatically knows that he should kiss my nose, forehead, or cheeks.
I like it when he wants to constantly hold my hand. Even if we’re just watching tv for hours, or driving in the car. And I especially like it when he kisses it, like he does at least once every day.
I like that he has spent every day with me this week.
I like that we play Skyrim and that’s enough. But not really, he just levels up my character for me because I’m a baby and I get scared of the monsters.
I like that he understands the last hour of our hangout time must consist of him holding me and talking.
I like that not everyone understands him. Some people don’t think he’s cute. And they think he’s annoying. I think he’s annoying too, but in a loving way. And I like his hair, and his style. And maybe other people would think he was cute if they got to stare at his blue eyes. And his blonde facial hair. And his cheeks.
I love this reconnecting thing. And I love him, despite all the crap we’ve endured.
This summer is so much better than the last.
It’s just that I’m not afraid of what is going o happen. It already has and it won’t again.
I am the most boring and the most anti-social person you will ever meet.
My boyfriend is really precious when he’s not being cranky. I’m really looking forward to a whole year of this fun.
