Meet my boyfriend, that I love truly.

The person who is more than willing to spent all his summertime on a hot air balloon with you, who teases you beautiful under the snowfall and picks every color of bloom roses in spring just to see you jump with excitement. He'd bring you hot chocolate with colourful marshmellows upon hearing you have a fever of 37 degrees and make you peanutbutter with raspberry jelly waffles before classes knowing you often skip breakfast. He would say what he meant, and meant what he says even if its a sentence make up of three words. He can almost make your heart burst by saying those devoting things. Every breath that he takes, you know he's thinking of you. At times, you and him can argue how sexy Ashton Kutcher is in a pair of G string but still hold hands and doesnt involve much tears. Even though he lives in a house full of roadsigns and all of his homemates and himself walks around the house with sissy boxers, you're still certain that he only loves you. He will still call you 'Hey Sexy' or 'Hey Beautiful' despite knowing you certainly do not look pulchritudinous with Mrs Henry's brownies stuck in between your front teeth. At Saturday evenings he'd bring you down to Laguna Beach, California with his fantastical convertable just to catch the Sunset with you. If your feet feels hurt after a three hour shopping along 791 Madison Avenue all the way to 280 Mott Street, he would willingly let you wear his runners and he wears your pair of Donna Karan's wedge. He doesnt care if a million eyes staring and the fact that you can still laugh at him when he does you a big sexy favour. He doesnt care, doesnt care at all because he wants you to feel pleasantly happy. He will write plenty of songs with his friends and let the whole world know how much you mean to him, just like how much a slice of Oreo Cheesecake mean to you (:
but the secret is, these men only exists in dellila dheroza's fantasy. Story of my life :)