Pretty damn awesome

Today on our way home, I was deep in thought.  Feeling all nostalgic about our time together and what it all has lead up to and whatnot.  And it all made me come to a complete revelation.  Right now, THE BOYFRIEND is the best person that I know.  Know personally, I should say.  I told him that as we were crashing down on his bed at 3:30 p.m., way beyond time for him to get to bed for his shift.  Leaning over him flat on his back, I bent down to kiss him and said in as sweetest whisper I could possibly muster,

"You are the best person that I know."

See, he is going to drop by my old living sitch and pick up some movies and books of mine.  He also, on Friday, didn't sleep/nap at all until 9 p.m (that's 25-ish hours).  All that time before then, he was calling AAA for a tow truck for my car (damn thing!), picking me up from work, and then driving to GA.   Yeah, he is pretty damn awesome.  I offered to drive, but he just said that he would let me know if he wanted me to drive.  For whatever reason, he just thanked me for "being awesome."  Yeah, I know; totally not needed.  I just went on kissing him, getting all hot an heavy like we usually do before going to sleep.  Really wanted him to ... know, to feel ... exactly how my heart beats for him.  Without saying those words exactly.  Geesh, that would be embarrassing.  Never hear the end of that.