I’m not a very romantic person. And I’m definitely not all that mushy, but truth is that when my boyfriend holds my hand I feel secure, comfortable and “at home”. And, most of the time, I’m happy, of course.
I could write tons and tons and tons of words about how lucky I am right now to have my boyfriend in my life. He has been the little light that forced me out of the darkness but all he did, at first, was really just being there.
Over a year has passed from that first moment and we’ve done a lot of things together; we travelled Europe, we’ve had a couple of very romantic dinners, we laughed and we cried a couple of times too. He is still always there for me and I can’t help but feel extremely grateful. This is why I still think of my last birthday as the cherry on top. The first time ever I received beautiful red roses. And I hope there are many more to come.