Ok, I decided last night: No matter how much he frustrates me, I love everything about him. I can't help it. Just everything about him is so perfect, so exactly what I want. Yesterday he was wearing these little leather slippers and he was shuffling around his room- it reminded me of Papi Bear. And then I thought about how Papi Bear loved Mama Mia. He was so in love with her, and he misses her every day. When I was younger, I used to think that he thought she was annoying, but now I know that was just his odd way of showing affection. I want my own papi bear, a slightly gruff manly man whose only weakness is me.

I told him I loved him. And I'm going to keep doing it, whenever I feel like it. He needs to hear it. It's sad to me that he doesn't really believe in love. I guess his parents didn't say it to him a lot when he was young. I know love can happen instantly, but I also know that love can build over time. I think if he hears me say it, he'll become more comfortable with the idea.