There is no other way I could put down into words on my perception towards love except to describe the person he is and the feelings he is able to arouse within me. Love is really a vague thing, so intangible that it does not have a form or dimension. It is rather an implication of how you feel inside, which is understandably influenced by other individuals.

When I first met him, I was not attracted to his looks. He was skinny by my standard and has too little hair. He was not as fair as I like them to be. But he had a firm handshake. And then he said “Hi”. He has a soft but masculine voice. More or less like the kind of voice you would hear on Light and Easy, very soothing. He has a perpetual smile and a perfect set of teeth. His round, big eyes with lashes that could put Penelope Cruz to shame are set on a face roughened by life. An exotic combination so beguiling, my heart races to this day.

He is a wonderful conversationalist, well informed of almost everything from celebrity gossips to medical findings to politics. He is very opinionated but never imposing. He is a caring man, always calling his friends and family (and me!) to ask about their well-being, a quality that is so rare among men nowadays. He has an excellent sense of style unbeknown to his peers. My boyfriend, he has an air of nobility around him that doesn’t intimidate you. Instead, his charisma would most likely put you at ease. Sounds contradictory I know, but it is true.

He thinks it’s funny when I fart but gets apologetic when he does it. He says “excuse me” all the time and let me tell you, nothing retains a relationship more successfully than mutual respect. I could walk around naked with my belly wobbling after a hearty pork knuckle meal and still, he would not cringe a bit. Instead, he would make me feel like the sexiest woman on earth by telling me how beautiful I am.

He walks me to my car and opens the door for me to this day. He gets excited about decorating my new room and can’t wait to go shopping for furniture with me. He gazes at me longingly when I’m “asleep”. He always orders tripe for me, as he knows I love that stuff.

I could go on and on and on. But too much of something is never good. Does he love me? I hope so!