My boyfriend Jarrod is the best boyfriend in the entire world. I know evryone says this about their boyfriends, but I really doubt anyones boyfriend would be as awesome as Jarrod.
Jarrod lives in Muswellbrook and I live in Newcastle. That right there is a 2 hour separation that makes my week awfully dull and boring because he's not here, and I'm not there. He works 4 days a week underground, and on Thursday afternoons when he finishes work, he drives straight down to Newcastle just to see me and spend his 3 day weekend with me. The fact that he's willing to drive straight from work to my house after being awake since 5.30 in the morning is one thing, but the fact that he's willing to spend the only days he has off during the week with me, at my house, instead of going and spending time with his mates, or doing what ever he wants, is confirmation enough that Jarrod is the best boyfriend in the world. And I'm lucky enough to call him mine :).
Today is March 11th, our 6 month anniversary, and I can honestly say that these past 6 months have been life changing and forever memorable because every second I spend with Jarrod I feel ecstatically happy, proud and grateful for every smile, every laugh, every kiss, every hug, every glance, every second I come into contact with him.
Another reason Jarrod is the best is because he has to put up with alot of crap from me :D. I'm lazy, I'm messy, I'm immature, I dont have a job, I dont have a license, I can be selfish, I tend to rely on him too much, I'm stubborn (but so is he :P), I dont always listen to him when he's trying to help me and he has to put up with my occasional emotional outbursts. I dont know too many boys who'd be willing to put up with that in a girlfriend.
But Jarrods different.
He's one of the funniest people I know. He ALWAYS makes me laugh, no matter what. If I'm sad, he cheers me up, he encourages me, looks after me, helps me, is always there for me.
Laying in bed with him is my favourite thing in the world. It doesnt matter if I've got my head on his chest and his arms around me, or if he's on my chest and my arms around him, because everything feels like its where it should be, and its as if we're in our own little world where all we do is laugh and lay under the covers smiling at each other for hours. If he kisses my nose, I'll kiss his.
I can put him to sleep by rubbing his head or stroking his face, and if I have a bad dream, he's there when I wake up, and if he has a bad dream, I'm there when he wakes up. Every morning I wake up when he rolls over to hug me, and we just lay there. I'm always scared to kiss him because of my horrible morning breath, but he says he doesnt care. :) I love him.
When we get Subway he orders mine now because he knows what I like. And when he finishes his first (I'm a slow eater) I automatically hand him mine so he can have a bite because I know he wants to :)
I love that after he plays a game of call of duty and I'm laying on the bed behind him reading a book, he'll turn around and say "I just went to TOWN in that game" :) And even though he plays it for around 2-4 hours a day while I'm laying behind him reading getting a little ticked off, I realise its his thing, and if he enjoys it, I should let him go. I do love it though that between games he'll come and hug me and kiss me and call me his Little Chicken :D.
He's my beautiful boy.
He has the most beautiful face and body. His skin is so soft, and he has awesome arm muscles, I always get him to flex so I can grab them haha. He hates that if he doesnt shave his beard it gets itchy, but he knows I like it so he keeps it for me. In the shower he likes me to wash his back then run my nails all over it, and when i get up to his neck he always gets the shivers because it tickles him. HIs chest and shoulders are one of my favorite things about him. His chest is comfortable to rest my head on, and when I hug him I love to run my hands over his shoulders.He has the most beautiful curly hair that I love to play with, and the cutest dimple above his top lip. His eyes are the most beautiful shade of brown.
I love it when he sings in the car to the CD and makes up little dance moves or taps my legs to the beat. Or when he replaces the lyrics with Chicken titty mouse or boom. I can guarantee that in the car the CD's he plays the most are The Hives, Enter Shikari, Alexisonfire, Fall of Troy and Regina Spektor, and sometimes, because he knows I love them, He puts the Doors on and we sing along to the mega long solos. "Come on baby light my fire."
I like when we play God Of War on playstation he'll spin the controller around so that Kratos, the player on the screen, will be going around in circles while Jarrod sings circus type music.
We fight about petty things like music and movies, but only because we're both stubborn and love both of those things, but sometimes we fight about big important things, and each of us is angry or dissapointed in the other, but I know that no matter how big the fight, we're willing to talk it through and not let it fester and ruin things for the both of us. I'm willing to admit I'm wrong where its due, and so is he. I'd never let an argument or disagreement deter my feelings towards him, because I love him too much.
Throughout the week I miss him more then anything. It feels like theres a space in my chest thats empty until Thursday night at 7pm rolls around when it suddenly becomes full as soon as I see his green car pull up, and see him walking up the front path to my door. Or, if I'm going to Muswellbrook to see him, as soon as we hit the Muswellbrook side of Singleton with that one long straight road that seems to go on forever, i get aggitated and excited and i just cant wait until i come up over that hill and see muswellbrook and know that he's only a matter of minutes away. Without him I feel lonely, and with him I feel whole. He's my best friend and my soul mate, and I treasure him so very much. I feel I shall be with him forever, and if that doesnt mean as boyfriend/girlfriend or husband and wife, then it means that I'm never letting him go because I'll make sure he stays my friend. I've never met someone with whom iI get along so well and so effortlessly, or whom I feel so comfortable or happy around. I'd never forgive myself for letting him slip through my fingers or treating him bad or letting him get hurt. He's my world, my everything, my love. Nothing can compare to his hugs or the smell of his skin, his smile or the way he says I love you.
He's what I go to sleep thinking about, and what I wake up for.
Thinking about everything he's done for me, how long he waited for me, how much he puts up with from me makes me wonder why he hasnt got some sort of medal or why he hasnt been made a saint.
'Saint Jarrod, patron saint of what it means to love someone, and what boyfriends should be like'. That sounds about right.
I love you Jarrod, and I always, always will.
