August 13, 2011

What's it like?

Today someone asked me what it felt like to be in love, and I ended up replying with a 5 page text message and had to reword it to make it much shorter. So guess what this blog is about?!

I love having something to look forward to everyday, and I love the "good morning" texts and random drop by's. The little things that we do for each other just to make the other one smile, like putting a horrid color on your braces just because it's his favorite football team, or actually wearing the logo even though the color just doesn't work with you. Or painting your nails his favorite color. How he's so tall so you have to get up on the tips of your toes just to kiss him. How your hands are just so tiny compared to his. Or you're like Capser the ghost, and he looks like someone that just walked off Jersey Shore, and how he makes fun of you for it. Or how if you act mad at him he just starts to tickle you, even though he knows you hate it. How he takes your sunglasses, and then lets you wear his when it's really bright outside. The feeling you get when he's on his way over. Or how he carries you across the deep end of the pool. How we plan our whole life together. How we can be with each other every minute of every day and the moment we aren't together we already miss each other like it's been months. When you catch yourself saving sweet texts from him in your phone just so you can read them again when he falls asleep on you. Most girls are so concerned with how they look when they're around their boyfriend, but now that I think about it, I don't think I've ever legitimately done my hair or anything when I hang out with him.. and he still calls me beautiful. How he'll watch The Secret Life of an American Teenager with me, and ask questions about it the entire time just to sound intrested. How he gets me green tea just because I'm craving it. He'll do anything in the world for me and I love it. I love him, so much.

Next to getting your nails and hair done, it's the best feeling in the world.

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