I have a boyfriend who, at least once a month, calls and tells me that he’s been thinking about how awesome I am, and then proceeds to rattle off all the reasons why I’m awesome. Who, with my help, has invented dozens of secret ways to tell me he loves me. 

He is also the person who flat out tells me when I’m being a bitch (because no seriously, I’m kind of a bitch - offensive strings of words come out of my mouth frequently), and challenges me to be healthier, friendlier and fitter. 

I just don’t think it’s possible that anyone has loved the way that we have.