Bigger can be better

I really like him.

Yes, he's being sent overseas. Yeah, he'll be gone a year - a whole year - oddly enough? That doesn't scare me.

He makes me laugh. Hard. And smile, til my cheeks hurt - the kind of smiling that I can't stop, especially when he and my little guy are together. Sure, it doesn't hurt that he's hot, with a body I so cannot compete with; but more than that?

I feel safe with him.

Even though he takes up like most of my house when he's here; but he doesn't loom over me the way a lot of really tall guys do, and he knows that his size is intimidating..or, I suppose, I should say, was. I'm not intimidate by him now.

Now?

He picks me up when he kisses me, (I love that), he's an aggressive cuddler, he doesn't care when I call at 3am, because I can't sleep and he's going to crew, just to hear his voice.

I really like him. I miss him, when he's not around, laugh out loud at all the texts we've swapped; and grin like an idiot when I think about him.

Mag's says we're perfect together.

Dont' tell him okay?

But I think so too.