He is so lovely to me sometimes I can barely stand it. I don't even know what that is supposed to mean but it sounds right.

I wrote some things about London and how he looked after me... I've written entries about it at Livejournal several times, but I always delete them before posting.

I love the way he sees me, encourages me and how he always speaks so highly of me to others. It makes me want to continue being all the things he believes I am, but not in a pressured way.

Silly, silly boy with the brown hair.