25 years old. I'm officially older than Tyler Oakley. I'm glad my height makes up for it though. I'm 4"11 (but I tell everyone I'm 5 foot even).
But 25. Wow.
I look to my left, and see my sometimes-amazing boyfriend. He smiles, watching my eyes. I take my hand out from under the covers of our bed, and begin tracing his tattoos. "I love you." he sighs. "I love you too." I answer.
I continue tracing the tattoos on his arm, and smile when I reach the one of my name. "I wish every day was like this." he says. "I could be." I answer. "I wanted to take you out for a birthday dinner, but I like it here." He says, and I smile. "I love you so much Blake." My smile widens. "I wish you were that sweet when we met bud." I jokingly day, and look into his eyes. "Come on. You couldn't resist bad boy me." I roll my eye. "Whatever you say babe."
