He is...

He is...
the boy that makes me feel special.
the boy that makes the pain go away.
the boy that makes me feel like I'm not dying.
the boy that makes me smile.
the boy that hugs and kisses me because I'm sad.
the boy that loves me so much that when I'm bawling me eyes out...
he cries too.
the boy that isn't emo by any stretch of the word...
buy buys girl pants because I tell him they makes his BUTT
look good.
the boy who makes it all better.
the boy who makes my tummy knot up...
but then makes me feel better.
the boy who listens to Mae with me and likes it.
the boy who means EVERYTHING too me.
the boy that tells me everything is gonna be alright, and not to stop hoping.
the boy who tells me it's okay to cry, but when I start to, he doesn't want me to
because he doesn't want me to be sad.
the boy that understands my problems and couldn't care less about how I look, he
just wants to see me.
the boy that cares about his appearance around me even though it's not that big of
a deal to me.
the only boy for me.

I love him.