she told me a cute thing about penguins - apparently, penguins mate for life. and when they walk together, they hold hands. they kiss too, in a penguin type way.

and yes, do i even need to say, we're like penguins? only cuter, and smell less of fish...

Her latest addiction is ice cream. She likes to ration herself to one cone a day, since she worries about her weight. I think she's skinny, she disagrees, it's ok. The last time we were together, she ate ice cream and went all hyper. It was so cute, she was tired before, then all happy and full of energy afterwards.

Ice cream: making a cute girl cuter...

so, we're starting to plan on moving in together and she's at her cutest ever. she's making lists left, right and centre, to ensure that we don't forget anything and have *exactly* the right stuff. we're talking shopping, luxuries, clothes, kitchenware, the works. everything has a list, a budget and a plan.

and she's cuter than ever when she talks about colour schemes and different smelling rooms. each room will look and smell differently, so people will be envious. i have no idea what this all means, but i do know it's cute as hell and i love her so much for it.

she lifts me up when i'm down. no matter where we are, she always makes the effort to try and cheer me up, even when i'm grumpy and pissed off. she's picked me up more than a few times, especially recently when events have been out of my control and getting on top of me.

cute texts, nice e.mails and caring phone conversations are just more of the many qualities that she has to make me feel special.

she loves to wear things for me. cute things, just for me. we often plan what it'll be, because she loves to look her best and it makes me feel so very special. seeing her is just the best. travel is always ok because i know it'll end with her. she's the best, and megacute...

She has certain food addictions, cute addictions that she *must* have. Like, we both have a big thing for eating out, and it's usually chinese. Now, her favourite meal is some kind of a meat suet pie, but very chinese. She just has to have her favourite meal, and gets all excited when talking about it.

It doesn't just stop at chinese food - recent addictions have included pancakes, pizza, nuts, indian food and felafels.

When she finds that she likes something, you know, really likes something, she tells me - "oooh, i have a new addiction!". I just smile, listen, nod, and fall further in love with her.

She came up with the greatest and cutest idea ever...

the Laws

Basically, there are a bunch of laws that we can invoke on each other. And when the law is invoked by one, the other has submit to the others will. Or, both of us have to follow the rule. It gets a little complicated, but anyway, here's the list to date...

1) The law of the leg - the most important rule that transcends all others.
2) The law of honesty - pretty self explanatory
3) The law of the tea - whoever asks can invoke the rule.
4) The law of the good looking lover - we both abide by this one.

I'm going to keep adding the laws as they turn up, because it's a nice way of keeping track of where we are, and i don't want to forget all the small details about the cutest and best girlfriend that a young man could have...

she's tough. like, emotionally tough, and physically tough. she won't put up with people that treat her badly, and she won't be pushed around. even so, she has such tenderness in her fingers, her touch and the way that treats me. there's two sides to her, but she chooses who sees the tender side - who is allowed closer to her.

and i'm privileged that it's me.

when i come to see her in her own country, she buys me breakfast. in fact, she does mother me a little, which is so very cute. because i wouldn't want to be mothered by anyone else but her.

she always makes sure that when she comes to wake me, she's bought me bocadillos to eat. lovely lovely bocadillos!

she's the best, she makes me feel so well looked after and secure.

she loves london. like, really likes london. earlier in the year, we took a day trip up west. when we arrived, we headed down the tube to get our chosen destination and she was doing an excited dance, like a human binky but cuter and less rabbit like.

she's a city girl at heart, so it's no surprise that she'd like london so much. and it's the best city in europe, so that's why we're going to live together there. she'll be happier there than anywhere else, and i'm happiest when i'm with her.

binky

she really loves twiggy, bless her. she's into the 50s and 60s eras, and twiggy is probably her favourite icon from that time.

we visited madame tussauds and we had to take a second trip around the city of london tour just so she could take a pic of twiggy's model.

it's cool, i love to share the things that she likes.

happy anniversary, my love. there are so many more things that i love about you, and so many more things to write about. i'll never tire of the way you look, or the things you do, or the way that you light up my life in so many more ways than i could ever write about.

you're the one, my only.

i love you.

she gets up early to watch cartoons. it's part of the reason that we met. she's not the worlds greatest sleeper, so she gets up and sings along with the theme tunes. she has favourites, but i don't quite remember the names of any of them.

i like to watch her, watching her cartoons. she thinks that i'm funny, watching her, like i'm about to make a joke at her expense. but i just sit there thinking that i wouldn't change her, not at all.

she sleeps without a pilow, i've never seen anyone sleep that way before. since she's a very light sleeper, i don't see this very often. she lays on her front, often wearing an old white t-shirt of mine, arms outstretched and head tilted to one side. it's like she's a little animal, but in human form.

in a cute way, obviously

she loves small things. she likes small people, small animals, small presents, small food, anything is good for her as long as it's little. she especially likes small animals, especially small furry ones. i guess it's not all that unique for a woman to like small animals, but seeing as it's her, it's not the only nice thing about her.

i'm not the biggest person in the world, so i guess i was lucky to meet her.

she sleeps light. she usually wakes up before me because i'm out for the count and difficult to stir unless i'm ready. she likes to watch me sleep, which is just the cutest thing that i've ever heard. she says i look contented and sleep like a baby, all curled up and relaxed. i just tell her that i sleep well because i'm with her, and i look content because i am. she likes that.

then she wakes me up by kissing my back gently, which is the nicest way to wake up that i could ever describe. sometimes i have nightmares, but coming round to reality with her in it is like stepping into the sunshine.

she makes up very cool words. we have our own language, much like every couple, but she's much more creative than i. she makes new words up and changes our vocabulary and i follow duly in turn. it's our secret, i think that our words and names for each other are more elaborate than other people's.

but then, it seems that everything about her seems better than others...

the way she eats sunflower seeds whilst watching tv. her eyes flick between the seeds and the screen, getting engrossed in either activity and making a tidy pile of the shells next to her on the bed. still, she makes a mess and i half heartedly tell her off like a naughty child. she loves it though, and so do i.

she's always well dressed, and bothered about her clothes. she likes to make sure she looks good, naturally, but the clothes that she chooses reflect alot on her personality. they're chic, but never tarty. fashionable but never too contemporary. she stands out, not because of how different she looks, just how very like herself and different to others she is.

and i wouldn't change it, not for the world.

she likes to share things. i think it's cute, because it makes us closer because of it. if she's thirsty, she asks me if i want a drink as well, i know she wants me to say yes, and that i'll share it with her. and then, if we're eating pizza, i'll ask her if she wants to share it with me and her face lights up.

she's so cute...

she talks to animals in spanish. it's cool, because she shows a side of herself that i wouldn't usually see. it's alien to me, yet i understand the love behind it. she'll hug and pet an animal, talking to it like it can understand. reminds me that she's different to every other girl that i've ever met. i like that.

she has a different life, speaking to others in a different language when we're apart. like, when we were in london last summer and some tourists came and asked for directions to charing cross. she started talking to them in spanish, her native tongue. and when she answers her phone when we're together, it's easy to forget that she has a whole different language just tucked away inside her head.

i love that.

i think i love it most because it makes me realise that she's so much more intelligent than me, and that she chose to invite me into her world.

she loves asian people, especially japanese women. when we're out, i look out for japanese women so that i can point them out to her first. she loves that. we're both walking radar for japanese people. and when she sees a japanese person first, she gets all excited and starts to tap me and i know exactly what to look for. then afterwards, we discuss how attractive or not the person was. it's cute, very cute.

she's a glass is half empty kind of person, whereas i'm very much a glass is half full kind of guy. some people might see this as a bad thing, after all, it means that she's negative most of the time. i, on the other hand, love it. she's the gilbert to my sullivan, the wise to my morcambe. we balance each other out, because, opposites do attract and it keeps us together - the difference.

it's great, because she tells me that i make her happy, that we are great together. and from a person that is always seeing the negative, i must be doing something right.

she's a very clean person. she carries a special kind of soap that she uses to wash her hands when she's out, only it doesn't use water and dries like nail varnish remover, so she's clean on the go. it's cool. she always smells clean too, she's fussy like that.

i love her voice, it's very soft and warm. she doesn't like hers, but that's ok because i love it enough for the both of us. her accent is very beautiful, her native tongue isn't english but she speaks english better than most people i know. only, i love her more than anyone i know.

i love her shirts. she's very slim, and likes to wear well cut shirts, they're distinctively her. i could pick out a shirt that she'd like, from thousands of others. she's never tarty, never even slightly provocative. only, shirts look great on her. she has the sort of body that just suits her clothes, and great dress sense besides. she's classy, always well dressed.

she sorts my dvd collection into an order. it has to be alphabetical. she likes to order things, to make things tidy and neat, her banknotes have to be folded in a certain way. yet at the same time, i tidy up after her when we're together. and she likes to count our money. she's like a big walking paradox, messy yet ordered.

making cat impressions. she likes to do it, it's infectious. and we both end up doing it. she often does silly things, but they're cute somehow. i think if someone else did them, it wouldn't work. but she pulls it off. bless.

her eyes. i've never seen a more beautiful pair of eyes. they light up her face, and speak in volumes. she's very expressive with her face, but hates her eyelashes. i think they look good, but then, i always think she looks good no matter what she's doing. she says love is blind, i say that my love has no end.

we met in london, it was a rainy day. i hate rain. she walked around the corner and i knew that she was the one. i'd waited, she'd come and proved that i was right to do so.

this is just a log of my random thoughts about why i love her so much. it's intended as a present to her, as a reminder for when we're apart, and a place for me to remember just how many ways she makes me feel. all of them good.

enjoy.