It's not okay to fall in love.

"I grew up with those words stuck in my head day after day until I couldn't get them out anymore. Even though I knew it wasn't true. Even though I despised it. I learned to accept it, and I never felt the feeling love."

But then I met him, and I never looked back at those words. They flew right out of my head. If you asked me now, I wouldn't be able to tell you what they were.

"He was always there for me when I needed him, and when I said I didn't but secretly wanted him anyway. It was like he could read my mind. Sometimes I wonder if he can, but that's pretty silly. Even so, I still look around the corner to make sure he's not hiding near the mistletoe on Christmas, though sometimes I find myself wishing I don't notice him so he'll kiss me. I notice that those are the only times he's actually there."

I was never a good liar, but nobody can read me quite like he does.

"Even if I can't lie, some people still can't figure me out, but with him... No mater what I said, no matter what I did, he knew what I was thinking I wanted. I could never lie to him, because even when I did he still understood my real desires. He understood my heart, and sometimes I felt like he could see my soul."

We were lovers, but I guess you could say he was my best friend too.

"If I didn't want a romantic dinner or a night to remember, he was still with me. If I needed a friend to hold me and listen to my problems and give me advice, he was the one I turned to. Maybe I could've turned to someone else, but nobody could see me like he could. Nobody else could tell when to offer that friendly advice and when to shove a foot in their mouth and just let me complain without saying anything."

Even if the world comes crashing down around me, if he's here, I'll be fine.

"If it's dangerous, he's beside me, protecting me. I hate watching him get hurt for me, but he wouldn't stop protecting me even if I said something. And I do, constantly, so I know. I'm weak. I can't fight for him if I need to. Sometimes, and I mean I do it A LOT, I ask him if he's ever thought about dumping me for a stronger girl who could take care of herself. Every time, he laughs and says he enjoys protecting me. He teases me by saying I'm cute when I depend on him, but I know he means well."

If I think about it, that makes him the best boyfriend ever, doesn't it?