Can I just rant about my man? My lover? My best friend?
He lets me speak for myself, and that especially includes trying to express myself with shaky pronunciation and complex grammar.
His usual response to any idea of mine: "It's OK; If you want it, just do it."
He tells me he'll wait for me, wherever I need to go, whatever I feel compelled to do. He asks me to just enjoy the time that I want to stay here with him, and leave when I need to.
He never makes pressure on me for any reason.
He cooks for me. He brings me treats and take out.
He puts up with the scorching sun, while I bask like a crab, brushing sand off my cheek and shoulders.
He always lets me go out with the girls, or alone, if that's what I want.
He sings love songs to me, along with the radio.
He rubs my back better than I can rub his.
He is genuinely interested in my life, and the lives of my family and friends.
He kindly stays out of my way when I am upset or angry, witnessing that he has three sisters and he knows...
He laughs at nearly everything and can make me laugh almost always.
He holds me when I can't laugh, and wipes tears away from my eyes.
He welcomes me into his family and with his friends.
He tells me that he's proud to be with me, that he loves the way that I am...
I am so lucky and grateful to experience this love, to have the opportunity to feel such love for another. Thank you, baby.
