Tiny my boy

I have a boy, a boy who would tell me when I’m unreasonable, or when I’m illogical. Who won’t honey his words and speaks the truth, even when it hurts. A boy who has many friends who can vouch for his great character and selflessness. A boy who has made me learn to laugh at myself, and is capable of making me laugh all the time. He doesn’t buy me branded bags or jewellery. He secretly goes to a shop to buy the shoes I’ve been eyeing and placed it under my bed so that I can have a little surprise before I sleep. A boy who happily paid for my holiday to Taiwan with all the money he earned in months and had no qualms even when he came back extremely broke. I have a boy who doesn’t do everything I tell him to, but when it comes to something really important, I can truly count on him to be there for me. A boy who isn’t a hopeless romantic, but has shed tears for me and because of me. Who has given me a precious part of him, that is so fragile and which he knows I could break. A boy who doesn’t have a car, but still insists on sending me home all the time. A boy I feel so comfortable with that I wanna spend forever with him.