When you look at him you see only the outside. When I look at him all the memories that we’ve had for the past ten and nearly eleven months (according to his calendar, mine says ten but I’ll never argue against another month with him). Of the very beginning I am reminded of conversations about him with my friends before I met him, Pizza hut where I gave his friend my number (he asked for it) and hoped for the next couple of days that he would pass it on, a phone call where I ended up accusing him of being gay, meetings during his lunch breaks where he’d share LUKEWARM cola with me and ended up buying me a new bottle because I couldn’t take it, many many games of Mariokart Wii where I was led into a false illusion on the first game when I won, and then lost for the next billion games, a really cute smurf toy with a loop that I put around my wrist every night since I got it (yupp I pretty much fell for him from the start), walks down the riverside where we would talk for ages, the time when he took me to a really yummy Italian restaurant (italian is his favourite (: ), how he held my hand for the first time after that meal on a bench near the harper centre when we were watching a pigeon get attacked by other pigeons (it sounds weird but I swear as soon as he touched my hand I couldn’t care less what I was watching), how when I when I went to my dads house for a few days and he couldn’t see me cuz I was so far away he made sure he was on Skype at every opportunity including the time we stayed up all night and we shared music tastes (realised how much we had in common when it comes to music- except ballads and Susan Boyle, they’re the only ones I still don’t understand :L ) he had to get up the next morning really early to travel to Yarmouth… Most people would leave after a while to get some sleep but not him, how he put up with my parents limiting me to five texts a day to him so I wasn’t texting him all day, how we talked on the phone for ages about silly things like favourite milkshake flavours and his new oven, how he watched Black Swan and promised to watch Tangled and The Human Centipede with me (I can’t find the DVD for Tangled and I don’t own The Human Centipede for obvious reasons), lots of tweets because we couldn’t text about silly things and getting all my friends into the conversations, how me admitted to me that he liked me over the phone after one of my best friends asked him, the day he asked me out (18th August 2012) and he met me at the bus stop and gave me the biggest cuddle in the world cuz he hadn’t seen me for ages gave me the sweetest teddy with a bow-tie, holding a Rose with the words ‘be mine’ on the box, how we went for a walk by the river even though it was raining and he kissed me for the first time after giving me lots of cuddles (he gives amazing cuddles and kisses), how he came to my school when it was results day for my GCSEs for support and met all my friends, how he bought me a secret phone and topped up the SIM regularly so we could stay in contact, how he would call me every moment he could just to hear my voice, times when he came round and we’d get a pizza and some deserts and he’d insist on paying for it all, all those messages and sweet statuses about how he could never live without me and how I changed his life, how even when my parents threw us shit our relationship only grew stronger when the dust cleared, how over Christmas we managed to stay in contact and make crafty plans about seeing each other over Facebook because my parents took away my phone when they discovered the secret three phone, how he makes friends easily- especially with my sister and my friends, how he always comes with me to meet my sisters prospective boyfriends etc. And we always think something is not right about them but have them on Facebook anyway just to keep a watch of them, how he was there for my sister when she was dumped by an arsehole, how we’d meet in town and always not care where we went as long as we were together, how even after so long he still puts up with my craziness, how he’s always up for a laugh (which was proven at Amy’s party when him and his friend showed us the dance they had to the song Airplanes), how he was my first slow-dance to one of his favourite songs from Titanic ‘My Heart Will Go On’ and he put his hands in the back pockets of my jeans, how he let me have one of his old cards to get into Bedford College with a cute picture of him, how he came on the trampoline with me and thought I was drunk cuz I couldn’t balance properly (both of us were sober), how us and another couple ruined the trampoline for everyone because ‘we kissed far too much’, how he hid when my parents were waiting outside for me and they could see through the front window, how when we went to a Halloween party he was dressed as a doctor/Harry potter and I was a soldier with far too much make up on, how we spent time on the trampoline there too and our younger sisters were talking about their boyfriends, how he came to the hospital with me to get a blood test because I hate needles, how he came with me when I went to the doctors about tablets cuz I was scared to go alone, how we both thought the doctor would give us bigger news when we went and ended up awkwardly describing how we reached this conclusion in front of two students who were there on work experience, how when we went to school he would walk me to the Priory (in his suit!!) and watch me sail after school, how he would run into town after he finished school for me just incase I arrived from Sharnbrook with enough time to see him before my dad came to pick me up, how even my sailing teacher (dubbed ‘Mr Sandwich’) noticed he was more than a friend and said that he had a good feeling about him even though they’d met a few times and exchanged only a few sentences, how even now when he works full time he books days off especially for me, how we used to go to the park and we’d spin on the roundabout or play on an awesome swing that looks like a massive bowl, how we’d do this every time it came close to the time when my dad would get back so we’d get a bit more time together, how we’d walk into town together from my house and he’d walk me to the bus stop and make sure I was safely on the bus before he left, how he’s walked into town from his house (which is about an hour for him because he walks fast but for everyone else it’s about an hour and a half) just for me, how the one time he had to leave me at the priory sailing to fix his gran’s washing machine he felt really bad, how when we were on the phone talking about what song should be our song, the only one that truly fitted us was Vanessa Carlton’s A thousand miles and it became our song from then on, how we end up singing songs he plays on YouTube down the phone to each other making sure we both sound terrible, how he makes me laugh when I ring him up crying my eyes out, how even when we’re in an argument and aren’t talking he’ll be there for me when things are going wrong, how he constantly worries about my studies and makes sure he doesn’t get in the way, how we can spend time apart and not see each other for weeks but we never stop talking- even if my phone messes up, how when we don’t see each other for ages we come together and it feels like nothing has happened since the last time- nothing has changed and he will always be there for a cuddle and a kiss when I need one, how he’s always made sure I’m safe and said if i ever leave my house to come to his because I’m always welcome regardless.
This post has a reason. 99% of these times my parents don’t know about, they let me have a boyfriend in front of them but in the ten months i’ve been with him they haven’t met him once. My mum is willing but my stepdad doesn’t want to know. He said two days ago to my mum it was because there is a ‘lack of continuity’ in my relationship and that he doesn’t think my boyfriend who’s done all these things I’ve listed above for me doesn’t treat me right. I’ve had a few fall outs with him, but who doesnt have those? And as for continuity, what boy would stay with an insane girl like me for more than ten months and love me like he does? He’s special and I am not letting go. This post proves what I said at the start, it’s just a short list of all the reasons and memories that make me love him so much- these are the things I focus on. It’s love, pure and simple. If they look at him (which they haven’t even done that as yet, but hypothetically) they would see the outside and not the person on the inside, which to me, the inside is what matters most. My list proves there is so much more to him and I swear IF my dad runs out of rubbish excuses, meets him and only sees the outside, I’ll leave home. I don’t care if I’m a minor- he means the world to me and if they can’t welcome him into the family I don’t want to be a part of it. I love my gorgeous boyfriend he’s as silly as I am and I need that to keep me from going sane.
