I say this too much, but not enough

I love my boyfriend.  Not in the movie romance kind of way where a cacophony of sound drowns out the universe every time we walk towards one another or kiss one another - no.  Nor the type of love that makes me faint whenever he gives me "that look" no.  Nor the type of love that makes me scream like a deranged person and run after him at an airport. Just...NO.

The kind of love I am talking about can be described as something like this:  when I wake up in the morning, the first person I want to see and talk to, is him.  I find comfort in his awkward snicker when I make stupid jokes or his giggle at my obvious disgust when he makes my coffee too strong.  He is the kind of guy who will listen to me talk and talk and talk (with an expression as if listening intently), only replying with "cool", and moving on with his things....only to ask me a ton of questions later.  He really listens, in his own, peculiar way.  We have our own, very strange sense of humor that people find odd, or even a bit daft which makes it even more funny, because it's very dry and oh so punny.  See what I did there? ;)  I really try very hard to watch sci-fi movies with him (really, I do), but end up snoring through 3/4 of the movie because sci-fi movies really ARE the best lullabies ever!!  This has shocked and saddened him - now he just puts me to bed or chases me to bed before he watches his movies, win- win?  :)

We aren't a perfect couple - I have a short temper and he is a bit scatter brained.  Sometimes we growl at each other, but we care too much for each other to go to bed with unresolved issues.  When I get upset I tend to say things I don't mean or saying things I mean in a very mean way and I end up feeling like a complete asshole.  These things happen.  What makes us work well, I think, is the fact that we talk, about everything.  We resolve things quickly and I do believe this is muchos importante for any relationship, be it romantic or otherwise, to function properly.

When my beloved and I are apart, I begin to wilt, because I have come to realise, that I really can't live without his scatterbraindness, his punny jokes or sleepy blue eyes.  We keep each other grounded and when he's not here, I keep falling.

What do I think about love in general?  It should never be selfish.  I have been selfish, I can truly admit that, but I really care deeply about the wants and needs of my boyfriend.  His happiness is everything to me.  His success is my success. His joy is my joy.  His heartache is mine.  I don't believe that a good woman would ever allow her man to fall down, without helping him up, dusting him off, and starting over, with a stronger flame and a will to move forward.  Love is friendship, companionship, laughter, a partnership and a bicycle made for two.

My darling - I LOVE AND ADORE YOU!!

Vir Johan - my ROCK...dankie x