Considering that he’s given me not one, but TWO “I love my girlfriend” threads, I figured it was my turn. Hey, one good turn deserves another, right?
I love my boyfriend. I’ve loved him deeply for the past two years. I fell for him when he let me cry on his shoulder when I was dating a jerk, I fell harder when I broke up with said jerk and we started dating, and I can never thank him enough for all the times he’s been there.
Like the night that my grandfather, who I still hold very close in my heart, died. Grandaddy Bob was supposed to come home that day, but the doctors kept him in the hospital one more night to make sure. Robert and I had just parted for the night around 11:00 when I walked into my home and got the call that my grandfather, the funny, sweet, amazing person who had always loved me and seemed to pulse music through his veins instead of blood (he was a jazz musician), was gone. I called Robert immediately, crying my eyes out. He rushed back to me and went with me and my family to say goodbye to the relative I respected and admired the most. Yes, my grandfather’s death still pains me. Robert helps me ease it a little, just by being there with a joke and a kiss.
Whenever I have needed comfort, or advice, or just someone to watch and laugh at B-movies with, he’s been there. And he’s bought me AHEM feminine necessities. Now that, folks, is a sign of undying love. 
I think myself to be very lucky for this man. Sure, being 250 mi apart for most of the year while he’s in college sucks, but we call each other, and email and IM and sometimes banter on here.
So, in brief, I love him, I love him, I love him. That is all. 

