He's so gentle. Always so gentle. Never raises his voice unless it's to laugh- and God he has a beautiful laugh. He catches my tears in the palm of his hand and hugs me tight, he always makes sure to say he'll love me no matter what. That I can't possibly be as horrible as I tell him I am.

He never likes to make me do too much, he hates when I try to pay for my own stuff whenever we go out, and I can't even count how many times we've stood in front of a door, each trying to convince the other to let us hold it for them (he always wins, because I get embarrassed in public faster)

He'll text me throughout the day, just updating me on whatever he's doing or asking for my opinion on a color or an outfit or whatever project he's got going on. He likes to ramble on about computers which I know nothing about, but I try my best to listen and he gets excited when I ask questions.

He calls me his world, a stupid little pet name but I get so frustatingly flustered everytime he uses it. Someone will ask him a question and he'll just say he needs to "ask the world for its opinion" before texting me.

He told me once he wants to be the one person I trust. He wants to be all I have, the one safety I can always seek out.

I guess, this must be what it's like to be loved. I've loved before, but I guess I haven't really ever been loved. I think it's a nice change of pace. I think I really am beginning to trust him and only him. I've always told myself never to get attached to anyone, because people aren't permanent- but maybe he can be.

Just maybe, this time, I can have something real. That would be nice.