Oh that boy!

THE BOYFRIEND and I went out to see The Wobbly Toms last night.  I really missed seeing them live; and, as an added bonus, the 7 large men of the band (and their instruments, mics and other paraphernalia) were stuffed into a very small corner of the bar.  Hilarious!  I left early so I could get some sleep before work the next morning; he went down to The Tavern.  When he got back home, he was all touchy feely, and I just wanted to sleep.  I curled up against him after refusing the first time, and asked him,

"Why do you love me?"
"I just do love you."
"But why?"
"Because you're funny, you're amazing, and you rock my world."

Rock my world?  Ok, that to me doesn't sound like much of a reason to love someone, to say to this person I want to be with you for as long as possible, to want that person to move with you when you leave the city/state for a better career opportunity, to be willing to sit in the bathroom while they are throwing their stomach contents up.

But I get it.  I mean, THE BOYFRIEND never has had much of a way with words when it comes to his emotions.  His track record with this kind of thing isn't, shall we say 'stellar'.  He loves me; he tells me this all the time in the words he uses, in the way he looks at me, etc.  I rock his world, eh?  Oh, geez.  That boy has got me in his pocket and he doesn't even know it.