Unnecessarily soppy post.

I love my boyfriend. I realise this more and more everyday. We've been together almost two years and I've never been happier. He's the boy that you see other people wishing they had.

He tells me I'm beautiful, gorgeous and sexy. He sends me lovely texts. He looks after me when I'm sick. He isn't afraid to tell people that I'm his girlfriend. He lets me cry on him. He makes me laugh when I can barely smile. He lets me rant. He pays attention when I'm talking about university work. He makes an effort with my family and friends. He spoils me. He never makes me do anything I don't want to. He's always there. He's proved himself trustworthy. He's one of a very small minority that I can open up to- if not the only person. He de-stresses me. He said he'd always wait for me. He said he wants to be with me forever and marry me.

He's my world.

I love him in a way that defies comprehension.