Weird things my boyfriend does.

You guys were cool enough to tell me the weird things your boydude does, so its only fair that I share too [unlucky Jon!]:

1. When watching a movie together, he will insist that is isn’t falling asleep despite his eyes literally crossing over.  And when I don’t give up accusing him he frowns at me and then glares at the TV in a great attempt to frown his eyes awake again.  The poor, squint & stubborn bastard.

Grateful.

I spend so much time teasing, mocking & making fun of my relationshit relationship that I say it too seldomly: I’m very grateful that I have a normal, unassuming, decent, well bred, non possessive, charming, thoughtful and sexy boyfriend.  I do love him so.

I love that I can be myself, say what I want, wear my pyjamas at seven o’clock on a Friday night, have alone time with other boys, talk on the phone to my friends for hours while he sits on the couch trying not to listen in and ultimately I love that I don’t ever have to change who I am to suit him or his needs.

Jon, backwards.

It was unsaidedly* agreed upon that neither of us do love letters and once when you asked for one, I told you I’d go if you went first.  This made us both cringe and laugh at the same time.  But now, I’m changing my mind.

You see, the thing is, I don’t think you really get how much you get me.  Or how much you have me.  In the random Saturday afternoon naps, when you nap and I don’t, or the late night Friday nights when you sleep and I don’t, I listen to you breathing next to me and I’m at peace.

The thing about love (no eye rolling permitted)

…is that it makes you feel horrid.  All at the same time you feel special, stupid, insane and convinced you have permanent indigestion mixed with heart burn and a slight fondness of wanting to vomit.

You never know if it’s a good idea or not, as you’ve been hurt before, you’re scared of it happening again, you fight your inner negativity constantly and you pray to pencils that this time you’re wrong, this time he means it, this time its not empty words or broken promises or unfulfilled expectation.  You ignore all the warning signs of impending doom and gloom and you keep telling yourself that it will all be okay, you’re a team, you’re not going to fuck out.  Because this time it’s different.

He missed me too much

He leant against my door frame with one hand in his pocket, a smirk on his face, hair slightly in his eyes, head cocked down and tilted to the side looking up at me.

My knees buckled.  "You’re dead! How did you get here?"

Nonchalantly, as if this happened on a daily basis, "SheBear I came back to you, it was horrible there and very boring"

"Drew, its impossible.  You died.  I have to be dreaming.  Why are you here?"

"You’re not dreaming SheBear, I’ve come to make you a Mommy again.  Kiera is with me"