No really, he is. He has the same taste of humour like I have - he can laugh at about anything, he often bursts out in laughter for no particular reason and he can make witty remarks which cause a smile to appear on my face - and we have a lot of hobbies in common. He enjoys spending time online, browsing the internet, or learning stuff about computers, the universe and what not - I spent most of my spare time online too. He likes reading a fantasy book once in a while, whereas I am (duh…) your number one fantasy book fan. His favourite book is the Lord of the Rings trilogy, while I prefer Robin Hobb or Raymond E. Feist - but hey, then we atleast have something to discuss about! He enjoys watching a nice movie and relaxing on the couch, exactly one of my favourite things to pass hte time. We even share the same taste of music, although he enjoys ‘hardrock’ and such more than I do, but we do have bands we both like endlessly, such as Epica, Nightwish and Dragonforce.

He likes taking me out for dinner and making me feel special, as if I’m some high class society chick rather than the girl next door. He enjoys taking me to the cinema and buying me popcorn, holding my hand through out the entire movie and once in a while whispering in my ear how much he loves me. He fancies giving me presents, most commonly in the shape of books. He says he could die everytime he sees my smile when I get a new book (don’t get me wrong, I don’t beg for books every second, but I am pleased when he gives one to me, as a surprise). When he couldn’t get me a teddybear at the local village fair, he went off to buy one (and a gorgeous one, may I add) just so he could ’see that smile again on my face’. When I’m sad or depressed, he comforts me, and if he cannot come over to hold me while I cry, he phones me. We talk for hours through the telephone, about all sorts of things…we talk so long that I can’t imagine that he’s not bored with me and that we never really realise that there’s nothing left to say. With him, it’s like there’s always something to talk about.

When I’m in pain, he looks after me. When it’s one of those moments that I really really need him, all I have to do is sent a text message and I know he will come over right away. He’s one of the few people in this world that I can really count on and can trust. When looking back on it, I often wonder why I did not meet him sooner, why we didn’t fall in love months before. But when I think about it really hard, I know that I fell in love the moment I met him - it just took me months to figure it out. I had to go through a lot of pain and misery before I realised that he was the best friend I had and that I loved him with all my heart, that we fit together like Yin and Yang, like the Alpha and the Omega, like Romeo and Juliet.

He’s the bloody best thing that ever happened to me.