I never knew what it was like to be happy. Me and Connor were perfect, I was in love with him with every ounce of me. I still am in love with him. But, we had the perfect relationship.
He held my hand, hugged me and kissed me unexpectedly. Made me feel protected. Called me cute unique names, baby and bub were always good. Was cute with me. Treated me like a fucking princess and tried his hardest to make me happy everyday. We used to Take cute pictures together and show off to the world how happy we wer together and see them get jealous because we had the relationship they all want. Did loads of random shit together and not care purely because we are with each other, that's all that'd matter. Cooking for me randomly. When he is down, be there for him, be his shoulder to cry on, wipe away the tears and turn them into tears of happiness. Not be able to see him upset, it would kill you. He is free to do whatever the hell she likes, doesn't need to change for you. Make up or no make up, joggers or dress, i was still perfect. He was one if those boyfriend who didmt care about anyone else and what they think and their opinions, all that matters Was me. He did anything for mel, if that means in public and in front of everyone, so be it. If i wanted cuddles, i got cuddles, if I wanted kisses, I got kisses, whatever she wants. Letting me wear his hoodie, watching scary movies with me, talking all night on the phone. Connor Anthony James was my everything. If not more.
