Rock Awkwardly

My boyfriend is hella sweet. I told him a story a while ago how my first boyfriend got me a white rose on valentines day because my best friend told him to. Well I hate white roses. No real reason I just don’t care for them. I explained that I have always loved yellow roses.
When I met him this evening after a pretty awful performance in my studio lessons I felt kinda awful. When he pulled this out of his lap, I didn’t care anymore. I know mushy mushy blah blah yuck, but the fact that he listened to that story and took it to heart means a lot to me. He is completely different than anyone I have ever been with. I love him so very very much. He knows that.