It's nice having a boyfriend. Having a companion, having him around, doing things or not doing anything at all, as long as you're physically together. The mere presence of what-is rather than a what-if is a comfort.

I think whatever I'm saying is a more muted version of how I actually feel, because I don't really want to end up waxing lyrical about the miracles and joy of love on the blog. Certain things you say, and other things you keep private. Without discretion we would be nothing but unhinged, runaway yapping dogs and chattering monkeys in a room. (If that makes sense.)

"Dog. Raow raow raow."