As often happens, when I have free time, my mind tends to wander. Like, really wander. However, more often than not, my thoughts tend to lead back to one thing. Or rather, one person. My boyfriend.
* Before I go any further, I promise you Blog, I will try not to get too soppy or love-struck when writing this.*
I have been with my boyfriend now for nearly 4 years. Yes, you read that right. Most people, when I tell them this, gasp in shock and offer some form of congratulations. I suppose, as a 19 year old, a four-year relationship is pretty good. I mean, some of my friends have gone through boyfriends within months, sometimes even weeks.
Even though no-one asks, I sometimes find myself wondering why I love him as I do. He is not the perfect boyfriend. He is annoying, he has a strange fascination with first-person shooter games, he tends to ignore me for the computer. His way of thinking limits the romantic element of our relationship but he has his ways of showing me how he loves me. And before you ask, that is not always carnal.
But he is funny, and sweet, a little bit weird, he likes the same books, we have shared music tastes and he loves me. It's not about how much you have in common or the things you differ in, its the person you get to know. And he is the one. I don't care if people say we are too young, I can't see myself without him by my side. I cannot bring myself, even in my nightmares, to give up on him, on us.
Besides, if you have to ask yourself if he is the one, then he is not. I think you should just... know.