I love you.

I kinda wish my boyfriend read my blog, because well my blog is like my public diary. I say things in here that I mean, and sometimes I don't know how to say it out loud.

I am sorry that I can't just tell you why I am upset all the time, I don't like to speak without thinking because that is how feelings get hurt. Although, now I realize waiting so long to say something hurts too.
I am truly sorry, I wish I could go back through this week and fix it all.
I want you to understand that you are the first man that I have dated that was really just that, a man.
The first time in my life, I have someone who actually cares about what I have to say, about my feelings, and wants to hear it. I have never in my life, had that before. So it is hard for me to understand that sometimes, and I can understand you being upset at me for it.

I just want you to know you are an amazing man to me.
Just your touch alone is enough to fix whatever is wrong with me.
You are such a great father to one of the most adorable little girls I know, I am so happy that you were given that gift.
You are strong, and while stubborn, I feel so safe when I am with you.
You are funny, not just a little bit either. I love that you can make me laugh every day.
I love your sarcasm (most of the time).
I love the way you say you love me.
I love the way you kiss me.
I love waking up in the morning and seeing you.
I love how we can play x box together.
I love spending all my time with you.
I love getting text messages from you while I am at work, because you know I have some pretty rough days.
I love that you care.
I love your little pet peeves, I think they are so interesting.
I love that I can have an intelligent conversation with you.
I also love how I can have very un intelligent conversations with you.
I love how you tease me.
I love having your arms wrapped around me.
I love how happy you are all the time, even when you are really not.
I love how patient you are with me (99% of the time at least)
I love how you always recommend I do mischievous things, even though you know I probably won't do them.
I love how you are always cold when I am hot.
I love how excited I am when I get to see you after not seeing you for even an hour.
I love when you surprise me.
I love that you spend time with my family, even though conversation doesn't fare well in my house.
I love that you take me to see your family.
I love that I have so many things I love you for, and just writing this made me so incredibly happy.
I love that I love you, out of everyone else in the world I wouldn't be content to be with any other man.

I just love you.

There are so many things that I could say about you, about how much you mean to me, but I could go on and on about it.

Please, come give me a hug.