I find myself looking at him and swearing he's just an illusion. There's no way he's real and I'm afraid one day I'm going to wake up. He's beautiful, intelligent, and talented. Every new thing I learn about him impresses me... I feel like I fall so short in comparison. All I can do is hope that one day I can do everything possible to make him happy. Whether it be cooking for him, taking care of all the housework, giving him massages, rubbing/scratching his back... anything to make his life easier (that is, if he keeps me around for that long).