Today we were fooling around in his couch, and he kissed me, looked me in the eye and said that he’s so happy whenever he’s with me.
I feel like a weak little girl for talking about him all the time, but I just can’t help myself. He makes me so happy and he makes me feel so beautiful, but I just can’t get myself to tell him. I just laughed and kissed him a hundreds times, instead of telling him that he makes me happiest too. I’ve never been good at these things. I really hope he knows how much I like him.