"You’re all I love about."
"Work sucks, cuddles rule. I’d much rather be doing the latter with my girl right now."
"Good morning beautiful."
"I’m so proud of you."
"I want to take you out to dinner and hold your hand and show off what an amazing girlfriend I have."
"I can’t wait to tell you that I love you in person and give you a big hug."
"Let me give you a piggy back ride."
"You are so pretty."
"I am so happy I found you. I found the prettiest girl, and a best friend."
I am so lucky to have such a nice boyfriend. I don’t want to be obnoxious, talking about my relationship and all, but I just want to write out all the things I appreciate about him.
I appreciate all the mornings when I wake up with his arms around me.
I love his laugh, and his lame jokes.
I love his family.
I love that he is good with electronics.
I love his advice.
I love that he wants to spend time with me, instead of feeling like he has to.
I love when he puts his head on my chest, like a little kid.
I love that he doesn’t care that I am four years younger than him.
I love that he is always positive.
I love that he goes on adventures with me and that he thinks hard about things we can do together, like riding bikes, or going on walks.
I love that he wants me to hang out with him and his friends.
I love when we go to concerts and he wraps his arms around me and we jump to the beat together.
I love spending a whole day in bed watching TV shows and cuddling.
I love when he spontaneously kisses me while we are waiting at a red light.
I love when he sings along to his music in the car.
I love when we sing together to music in the car.
I love joking around with him.
I love that no matter what, we always have something to talk about.
I love when he texts me at work.
I love falling asleep hugging his chest.
I love that he isn’t embarrassed of me when I do silly things in public.
I love that he tries really hard to surprise me, even if I can guess what he’s going to do.
I love when he holds me and tells me that everything is going to be ok when I am crying.
I love that he listens to me.
I love getting Chinese takeout with him.
I love that if I am exhausted and fall asleep with my shoes on, he will take them off and tuck me into bed.
I love going on road trips with him.
I love late night Sheetz stops.
I love eating out with him so I can show him off.
I love eating breakfast with him in the morning.
I love our daily showers.
I love that we went to IKEA one day and planned out our future house together.
I love that he wants to get to know my friends.
I love when he gets excited about music.
I love when he gets excited about anything.
I love when he holds the back off my head and plays with my hair when I am cuddling with him.
I love that he would rather cuddle than have sex.
I love that he is kind and considerate.
I love that he doesn’t care what I wear, or that I don’t ever wear makeup, he still tells me I am beautiful.
I love that even after nine months of dating, he still looks at me like I am the prettiest girl he’s ever seen.
I love midnight walks with him.
I love him and everything he has done for me.
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