Jeremy and I had our first date a year ago today. And I still remember it all so clearly. And what makes me so incredibly happy, is that he does too.
He said he didn’t want anything, but I made him a mix cd with all our favourite songs on it. And he likes it, so I’m happy about that. He bought me a sweet little ring. It’s kind of dorky because when I first looked at it, I noticed that its pattern looks like the mathematical sign for infinite. And I just smiled and told him, and said it’s kind of like us.
I’m happy that we didn’t make such a big huge fuss over it. But it still means a great deal to me.
I love this boy with every ounce of my being, and he is the one person in the whole wide world with whom I am completely honest. I’ve known for a long time now that I think he’s the person I’m supposed to spend my life with.
Because I think, if we can just lie in bed and talk about anything that life throws our way, and if we can sit down and say nothing but still enjoy each other’s company, I am fairly certain that he’s the man I’m supposed to love forever.
I love him for the way he laughs, and the way he tells me jokes. I love him because one minute we can be playing and running around, and the next minute we can be curled up next to one another. I love him because he is smart, really smart, and I can have conversations with him that I can’t have with many other people. I love him because of his sexy forearms. I love him when he tucks my hair behind my ears and whispers that he loves me and that I’m beautiful. I love the way he makes me feel happy and excited and wanted and needed.
But the thing I love the most about Jeremy, is every night as we cuddle to go to sleep, he always whispers “I love you so much.”
That’s all I can ever ask of him.