Why you ask?
Why do I love him?
Because he listens, I mean listens when I ramble.
Because when I start saying something negative about myself he stops me mid-sentence, kisses my forehead, and says “Shut up. You’re beautiful and perfect. You’re my everything.”
Because we can’t stand being away from each other even for a few hours.
Because we can be 100% honest with each other constantly.
Because he’s the first guy to make me cry because of how happy I am.
Because he tells me when he has a surprise for me, and no matter how much I beg, he doesn’t tell me what it is.
Because he picks me up and spins me around when he says hello to me.
Because he makes me want to be a mother to our children some day.
Because he makes me feel safe.
Because he writes my initials on his baseball bat and wrist tape before every game.
Because he brings me a rose and a “get well” card when I stay home sick from school. And even though I’m as sick as a dog, he kisses me as if he’s immune.
Because he’s so confident in us, that he’s tattooing my initials on his body.
Because he knows what I’m thinking before I’ve thought it.
Because when I’m walking up to him and his friends, no matter who it is, he says “Hang on I’ve gotta kiss my girl.”
And because if people ask him if I’m his girlfriend, he says “No, shes my fiance. I’m gonna marry her one day.”
That’s why I love Marc David Boutilier. 9/16/11
