He is so encouraging and the more time I spend with him, the less deserving I am; I mean how did I ever get so lucky?
I often find myself smiling thinking of how lucky I am.
Everything is just going perfectly, it’s almost like I am living this dream life, in a balloon, and I’m just waiting for someone to pop it.
Is it even fair for someone to be so lucky, to have the man of her dreams, who is beyond gorgeous.
When we are together he doesn’t even seem to notice the other woman in the room, it’s outrageous, because immortal woman are beyond beautiful.
He does the sweetest things and every action he does is selfless.
He recently took me to a new restaurant that opened up, and I tried a new Italian dish, which I totally fell in love with, he clearly hated it.
But pretended to love it too. He buys it even though he doesn’t even like it.
Sometimes he will dump the contents when he sees me not looking, he doesn’t realize that I actually have many super senses. So deceiving me is a little difficult.
I told him numerously that it’s fine, he doesn’t have to buy the food from there if he doesn’t like it, or he could order something else for him from a different place, or I could even cook him a meal.