The "Perfect" Boyfriend.
Sunday, March 21, 2010 @ 3:02 PM

"He would scream, "I love you!" down the falls, not caring who heard him. He'd go on a walk with me in 40 degree weather. Hot cocoa in one hand, my hand in his other. He'd sing out loud to any song. Even if I call him retarded. He let's me sing out loud, and won't call me weird. He'll sit outside with me on my front step because there's nothing to do and won't say he's bored, once. He'll let me look like crap, wearing a big t-shirt and shorts and still call me beautiful. He'd write me thousands of notes everyday at school. He'd come to my house at nine in the morning to wake me up on the weekends. He'll take me to the park and push me on the swings. He won't be shy around my family. But act like he's part of it. He'll argue with my friends that he loves me more. He'll keep every single promise he makes. He'd run up and hug me whenever he sees me. He won't be scared to dance in front of me or act retarded. He'll spend my birthday with me and my crazy family. He'd rent all the chick flicks he knows of and watch them with me when I'm inside sick. He picks his friends over me sometimes. He'll remember our anniversaries before I do. He'll call me at night right before I go to bed just so he knows he's the last voice I hear. He'd push my hair away when it's in my face. He'll carry my books at school, even if he already has two to carry on his own. He wears my favorite shirt of his every Monday. A boy who won't ask me what's wrong when I look sad. He'll just kiss me on the forehead. He'll give me his sweatshirt even if he's freezing and he won't make me feel guilty about it. He'd never get jealous, because he knows I love him more than anything and when he says forever, he means it. No matter what. <\3"