There's a lot of things I love about my boy. First I love his big brown eyes. He expresses so much through his eyes and when he looks at me i feel so happy and secure. I love the way we are best friends and talk about anything, how he tells me he wants to spend the rest of his live with me, how invented the "snake kiss" (LOL!), when we play thumb fight on the bus stop, when he hugs me and tells me how much I mean to him, when he tells me his stories when he was young, when someone takes a picture and he hugs me or kisses me passionately. I love his accent, his face, his personality, the way he talks to me, the way our eyes meet accross a room when everybody is there and only we know what we mean. I love the fact he considers my pleasure to be more important than his. we were at this trance party with friends and we were on E, and someone bought some sweets and I didnt get one cos I was too far...my boy came to me and gave me half of his. That's when I knew I was in love with him. no-one ever did something like that before.