All the best secrets are kept.

I am crazy about my boyfriend.

Head over heels, float on air, swoon on a daily basis crazy about him.

Just seeing him puts my heart at ease.

I remember having this conversation years ago with a previous interest of mine. We talked about secret things that you just love about the other person, because these things are sweet, happy, comforting, sexy, etc. But telling them about the little nuances of their every day personality would ruin these unique moments that other holds so precious.

I didn’t understand this at the time. I was young, of course. However, my mind set was “If you love it, why not tell them?” I didn’t factor in the thought that perhaps mentioning these small jewels of moments could somehow change them. Now, instead of them smiling to themselves when they received something in the mail, or stretch their wrists, or sing softly as they prepare a sandwich* because that is who they are, they don’t do it honestly anymore. They know you’re watching. Now they’re aware that you notice these things, instead of just doing them because that’s what they do.

I think mostly, the fact that there was something secret about me that some one else wouldn’t fill me in on bothered me more.

But I understand it now.

My boyfriend does some things that magnify my adoration of him. And it’s these routine things that he doesn’t realize he does that makes my heart sing. Just like a home isn’t a home unless there’s something familiar there, he just isn’t himself without these little idiosyncrasies that make my day special for so many different reasons.

And I’ll be damned if I ever tell him the specifics of these sacred moments I hold so dear. I wouldn’t dream of tainting the purity of them.

I just enjoy them for as long as he enjoys mine.

*The above mentioned innocent acts do not apply to any actual person, they were made up as examples. Any similarity to an actual person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.