I have a boy. He is twenty years old. His eyes are pretty blue. He is average height. He is the right size for me to cuddle into. He works in a deli at a grocery store. He loves dogs. He wants to go back to school one day. He played baseball in high school. He still wishes he could. He likes to sleep in. He always eats breakfast first, even if it is 1 pm. He likes watching sports on tv. He has seen almost every episode of CSI. He teases me and tickles me. He is ticklish too. He lets me pamper him. He loves getting hair cuts. He doesn't let me say "I can't." He snuggles with me every night. He loves my less-than-perfect body. He kisses me goodnight and goodmorning. He can make my tear without even knowing. He's messed up a few times. He promises never to again. He wants me to finish school. He will work overtime for me to finish school. He takes a shower (with me) every day. He is always there for me. He will never leave me. He loves me. He knows I love him too.