The One.

I’ve been in a relationship for almost three years and it has occurred to me in the past few months that he is the one. I don’t mean “he’s my boyfriend and I love him so much” type of one. I meant the one, one. The one that I think about when I listen to a love song. He comes into my head regardless of the happy-get-together or the sad-and-break up song lyrics. I think about him when my mum ask me ”What are you gonna eat for lunch?” because I am more worried about his hunger than mine. He’s the one I think about when my brother says “Dad told me to learn how to drive manual” because I think about how great of a driver he is and how he is only one of the two people that makes me feel completely safe being in the passenger side. He is the one I think about when I watch videos of cute animals doing silly things on youtube because I want to have a Corgi, a French Bulldog and a Pug with him in the future and they will be our babies. He is the one that I think about when I am listening to the song ‘Niggaz in Paris’ because he loves black music. He is the one that I think about when I get a good grade in my assignments because he is the one who would praise me and tell me how proud he is of me and truly mean it. He is the one I think about when I eat a peanut butter sandwich because he was the one who urged me to try it for the first time and since then it has become my favourite. He is the one that I think about when I look at my wallet and it’s full of cash because I’m scared that he won’t have enough to buy lunch for himself and that I should have given him the ten or twenty dollars the last time I saw him. He is the one that I think about when it’s raining because I want to cuddle and also I want to know that he is under shelter and is warm. He is the one I think about before I fall asleep and wake up because he is the first and last person on my mind.

He is the one I think about. And he drives me crazy.

He’s the one.