God I love my boyfriend, he's so sweet to me. The way he calls me princess as if I were a real one, the way he says my name as if even talking to me still makes him nervous. His eyes are the prettiest shade of honey brown I've ever seen. Even just him looking at me with those beautiful eyes I want to fold. The way he makes eye contact when he talks to me has me giggling inside my head, my face blushing. I've been learning Spanish just for him. Just so we have a nice way to communicate without certain people understanding. I still can't get most of the pronunciations correct, but instead of laughing at me, he helps me correct it. He'll sound it out for me so that I know the correct way to say it. My heart belongs to him. He invades my every thought. I wake up in the morning, and immediately look for a message from him. I'm bored out of my mind? I'll message him. I need to talk to somebody? I'll tell him what's up. I'm sobbing my eyes out? He's the first person to ever know.
He’s always up to listen to my favorite songs, watch my favorite movies and tv shows no matter what they are. He always tells me he loves me, and that he’d die for me. The way he defends me to his friends when they say something bad about me makes my smile wider than anyone’s ever had me. He wanted me when I was with my ex, but he understood we couldn’t be anything more than friends. He wasnt mad when I got back with my ex all those times. He understood me. He was the only one I could actually talk to about whatever was bothering me, or was just on my mind.
I never understood why young love was a thing. I would always think that if you were under the age of eighteen, you shouldn’t be in love. But now I get it. Loving someone isn’t just loving THEM. It’s about loving what they do, how they do it, where they do it, and why. Nothing speaks louder than actions.