Justin

He worries. He worries about eveything. I don't know how I got this lucky. He puts up with my ramblings, even late at night when he should be asleep. He so enjoys me. I want to hold him and touch him all the time. There is never enough time in which I am in contact with him, or that we are talking. I adore the sound of his voice, his laugh, and he little non-verbal noises. He is always joking, though at the same time he can be very serious. But his humor is dry, and can be cutting if he so chose to weild it. He is very smart and witty, and knows it well. Though at the same time he is very modest, and yet he does not think poorly of himself. All these wonderful checks and balances.

I want to keep him forever and ever. We have each started to make little promises, tiny little comments here and there. It is so soon, everything between us has happened so fast. And I try to imagine living without him, and it is like imagining life without my Erin. He is a part of me now, and I know that it is the same for him. I to make him happy, his smile is such a wonderful and completely fofilling reward.

I love him.