Monday, 28 July 2008

  • Why I love my boyfriend

    My boyfriend often does kind things for me.  He treats me like a lady.  He carries me to the bathroom in the middle of the night when I'm ill.  He cuddles me as though nothing else will ever be as important as that moment.  He brings me cold water or walks over a mile in the heat of an Atlanta summer to get me fresh fruit - without me even asking. He's one of the sweetest, most patient people I know, and a great listener.  He'll spend nearly two hours on public transit most weekdays just to see me for dinner.  He lent me $300 for a corset, and waited patiently without mention or complaint until I paid it back in installments.  He laughs with me, and tells me I'm beautiful even with a tear-streaked face and puffy eyes.  Once, he peeled almost an entire bag of grapes for me, and brought them to school the next day, just because I mentioned once that grapes would be one of my favorite fruits if they didn't have that skin.  He respects my wishes to keep V-day and anniversaries just like any other day: I believe that instead, people should strive to honor their partner every day, and he joins me in doing so.

    Last night, my George outdid himself.  Usually, he cooks for me, but last night, he went all out and made three different kinds of snapper:
     

    There were other things, too (notably, honeyed apples and fresh strawberries arranged into a smiley face!) but I was a bit too distracted eating and thanking him to get pictures.





    I love you, George







    More political rants coming around 8/8 or shortly thereafter.
    Apologies, but chem is very time-consuming!

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