Have you ever heard that little kid saying "I wish I could marry you so that I could hold your hand all the time." That's how incredibly cute my boyfriend is. I was talking about my hair and how I hate it sometimes and how difficult it is to manage. I tried explaining to him the process of twisting my dreadlocks, which unfortunately went right over his head. His response was "Your hair looks good. I don't understand how it works but it looks good on you." I don't understand how he can be a mature young man and also maintain that childhood sweetness I love so much. I find myself wondering what my past relationships were like, because, well.. we make each other irritated, angry. We make each other do what we need to do, and we keep each other in check. I highlight these parts because these are what I'm not used to. I'm not used to someone making me irritated so often. I'm also not used to someone caring about me so much and treating me so well.. I love it. Him. All of it. Everything.
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