Kiss me in the rain.

Man, what is it with me and this whole 'being comfortable' lately?

John came to see me at Bilo when he got off work tonight. I got off a few minutes early, so we went to Walmart. It was fun. When we were walking out of Bilo, it was pouring down rain, so we ran to our cars, and I threw my stuff inside the car so we could "kiss in the rain". Yeah, that was romantic for all of ten seconds. Haha. It was raining so hard we had to get in the car - even though we were already soaking wet. But once we got in the car, we decided to head on over to Walmart. There, we tried on "redneck stuff" - camouflage jackets, camouflage hats...you know, redneck stuff. And let me tell you something - my boyfriend is hella sexy in camo. Seriously. Anyway, we left Walmart and went back to Bilo to get my car. When we got back, I was fixing to get out, and John kissed me. It was one of those kisses that makes you forget where you are, or what's even going on around you. It was just perfect.

Anyway, after I got out, I got in my car and for once, I had no idea what music to listen to on the way home. I know I keep bringing up this whole 'comfort' stuff, but seriously - that's what it is. I'm suddenly just so content with my life and the people in it and the situations I find myself in. It's almost scary. And when John was texting me last night about why he doesn't want me to get a tattoo, he said because he "loves me now more than ever". Well, somehow, that's true for me too. I don't know what happened, but I've been coming to the realization that I love him now more than ever too. In fact, I didn't know it was humanly possible to love someone this much.

Wow. That sounded so cheesy. My bad.

But it's true. Every day, I just want to see him and give him a huge hug and tell him that I love him more than anything. I don't take him for granted. And every night when he's bringing me home or whenever we're leaving each other and I end up kissing him a thousand times before I actually leave? It's because I like his kisses. It's because I know that if something ever happened to him - if he were ever taken away from me - I would miss the way his breath smells or that dazed look he always gets on his face. Things like that are important to me. But maybe that's just me being a silly teenage girl. Who knows.

What I do know is that I'm pretty damn lucky to have a boyfriend like him. He says all the right things and does all the right things. He makes me feel perfect. I'm finally perfect for somebody. And that feels right. That feels comfortable to me.