So There's This Boy

About nine years ago I met this boy named Jacob and I instantly developed a little girly crush on him (I was ten at the time). As the years went by and I got older my interest in him never faded. He intrigued me more than anyone else I had ever met. He was an artist, he could draw anything and everything with accuracy. And what was even more amazing was that he taught himself how to do it all. He was intellectual but very imaginative, so it was impossible for him to bore me. He was quirky and awkward, two traits I somehow find appealing. He was bluntly honest, always a sweetheart, and whether he pretended to be unafraid of society's opinions or not, he convinced me. He wasn't mister popular (he was too real for that sort of thing) but everyone knew him and everyone loved him.

Unfortunately for myself, he had no interest in me as a girlfriend so I took the next best thing. We became best friends, I was like a sister to him but I didn't want to look at him like a brother of course. For years I watched him get his heart broken by girls that did not deserve him. I dated throughout high school and made some bad alternative picks, but my interest in him never went away. And then junior year it finally happened.

We started dating and we've been together since. The best anecdotes I have are about the crazy things we've done. I share a connection with Jacob that I can't find anywhere else (I took some time to make sure). Our relationship goes deeper than just going out. We both have crazy imaginations and could entertain each other for hours just by talking. And then on the other hand, we can go for hours without talking at all and still enjoy each other's presence. We make jokes together about things that no one else can understand. We don't have to try and impress each other, we just have to be ourselves.

Last semester, Jacob came to campus really early one morning (he's not a student there yet) and posted a ton of posters around campus for me to find. He wrote the letters PBN and drew a beluga whale and underneath it said "it's all for you," which is meaningless to everyone else but is a personal thing between us. But it's not just the surprises that he leaves for me that make me proud to be his, it's the little things. Jacob's always there for me, even when I'm not being entirely rational, he's never given up on me. He lets me hog the bed, lets us eat at taco bell a million times in a row even though he doesn't prefer it, runs his fingers through me hair when I'm falling asleep on the couch, draws me little comics featuring ourselves, will watch Gilmore Girls with me occasionally, and shows me just how much he loves me everyday.

So basically, I love this kid, more than he'll ever know.