"I can't really describe him. He's dumb. He's chosen to date me, and for some reason he sees me at some point of perfection. No, I'm not just saying this because I think that I'm perfect and that I think he should see me like this, but he told me before. That's why he's an idiot, but he's not just an idiot, he's my idiot. I don't own him or anything, but we're dating. Owning him would be awkward, but I could order him to cook for me. Thing is, he already does that, and I'm not paying to own him.
TJ helped me when I first got here, and he thought that I was a serial killer who had gotten his number off of my last victim. I still haven't proven that wrong, though. He has NO idea who gave me his number. I was in a rush and didn't realize who it was. Anyways, he helped me out a ton. Drew me a map of the whole campus. It was color coded, and labeled. Basically, the most work that anyone has ever put into anything for me, and all for a stranger. I have to say, though. That was probably one of the most useful gifts that he has ever given me. Mainly because I keep asking for those edible arrangements whenever he asks me what I want as anniversary presents. They don't look that good, or taste that good, I just want the ability to say that I've had one, and he's given me that. I don't see how anyone could top that in my book.
Seriously, though, TJ is the best thing in my life right now. I have school and everything, but he is so much better. He knows what I need emotionally, and how to balance me out. He's found out how to calm me down when I'm angry, and honestly cheer me up when I'm upset. The both of us have friends on campus, but when I need anything, I go straight to him. I tell him to do the same, but I'm not sure that the message has come across fully. There is something that he still refuses to tell me. It feels like a lot, actually. I don't want to force him to tell me, but I really just think that he's not comfortable telling me things yet. I know a little about his father, but that's really it.
Another thing about him, there are no expectations. I don't owe him anything, and he doesn't owe me anything. Just because I sleep without pyjamas on and only in my knickers, that isn't an invitation to get between my thighs. Around him, I don't feel like a sexual object, I feel like a person who he enjoys having sex with, but only when we are both comfortable with it and in the mood. That doesn't mean that I don't want to, or let him, tackle me when we come home from dinner, because I do. I just don't have to, and if I say no, which is rare, he's fine with it.
TJ fills me. Not in the sex way, or the idiotic 'missing piece' kind of way. When I'm with him, he simply makes me more of who I am. I am a complete piece. He is just another complete piece, and when we mesh together, we are ten times better than when we weren't together. I love him, and most of the cliche things do apply. He does make my days brighter, and he does make me want to see tomorrow just because I know that he'll be seeing tomorrow with me. TJ makes me happy, and that's all that I could ever really ask of him."
