There are so many that I really don’t know where to start. Seriously. I had a string of really (I mean really) bad relationships before I met Peter, and somehow I always assumed that that’s what a relationship should be like. Something should always be wrong, nagging you, annoying you to pieces, but you couldn’t really get anything better.
I was wrong, I was so wrong. Peter is the kindest, most caring and sweet person I’ve ever encountered. He supports me when I need it and challenges me when I wuss out. He makes the worst jokes but he always makes me laugh and has this talent of making me feel like a thousand bucks.
He is the best travel company out there. Walking around neighbourhoods in a city we’ve never been to before, holding hands, talking about petty, small things, or the big questions in life, peeking over railings, slipping in a silly joke, he simply just matches me.
Best thing of it all. He loves me. And no, it’s not that he just loves me, he makes me really feel that he loves me. I never doubt that a second, not when we’re grumpy or fighting or apart. Never. I’ve never felt as good as I do when he’s around. Even when he isn’t, just the thought of him gives me a warm feeling in my stomach.