I feel proud and happy.

Most men won't show what they truly feel about a certain something and in most cases, it would be considered as insensitive. Or their pride is more important than releasing the stress bottled up inside.

But you know what I love?

I love it when my man shows and tells me what he feels, because it tells me how much he trusts me. How much loves me that he can show me his vulnerability.

I love it when my man holds me tight when he feels scared or any emotion. When he feels like I need a hug. Or just when he just wants to hold me for the heck of it.

I love it when he looks at me and smiles. And I feel that... hey... I can still make you happy.

I love it when he accompanies me to places just because. Because even if he has a busy schedule, he still finds the time to spend his time with me. And I feel like I'm still part of his life.

I love it when he holds my hand... because I feel like when he does so, he still needs me. And when he lets go... I feel my palm tingling and suddenly feel so... empty.

I love it when we tease each other like morons. We never fail to laugh together and I love that feeling.

I feel proud and happy--

--because my man is all those things I love and more.

So tonight... I'm off to Lynette and Lyzette's

debut with Joji and the others. Sleepover!

Yay. :]