My heart aches from loving him so much. He's so good to me and he loves me to bits that i think i don't even deserve it sometimes. He always forgives me, even when im wrong. He cares for me and my well-being. He misses work and takes me to london when i have no other way to go there. He doesn't set any conditions on me which i have to fulfill to be loved by him; his love is unconditional and pure. Even when im rude and bitchy he forgives me and comforts me. He compliments me, brings me chocolates, takes me to dinner, pays for clubbing, signs as my guarantor and just spoils me rotten. He just proves to me how God loves me. If he loves me so perfectly, how much more does God love me? I don't think words can define or identify that love.
I never felt like i fit in in vancouver. I was always the dark girl with wild hair in a mass of chinese. Here i feel like a part of the city. I'm among people that look like me and are from similar cultural backgrounds. I have friends here and a boyfriend that i love so much. I think we can handle the pressure of being an interracial couple, and the hard work will only strengthen our bond.