Jrollend
My boyfriend is a cook! It's adorable. He's such a woman. It's perfect for our relationship because I can't be trusted with anything but a microwave (which I am totally pro at). So, he can make all the food, and I can do all the decorating, and we'll live happily ever after. The end.
He keeps to himself a lot- holds everything inside. He doesn't like to burden people with his problems, but will take on anyone else's and try to help them. He's a genuinely nice person. He doesn't manipulate, gossip, or lie. I trust him. I've never trusted anyone so much that I would let them make me promises. He's broken my walls. He's special and I love him.
I don't "rise" out of bed. I slump, wiggle, fall, and sigh about it. One more snuggle with my stuffed koala, please. No one wakes up super excited for the day and rises up with jubilance and a smile. At least not until they've had coffee or a good nap midday. Who are we kidding here?