Bf: 1

Hi, I've never written a blog before, but I just thought I'd share a bit since I'm a bit bored.

I'm a guy, omnisexual, and even though that's the case, I hardly found myself quite really liking anyone. About a year (and a few months) ago, I met this guy. He seemed pretty cool. I'd view some of his things. It was a routine to check it once a day at some point. I wanted to be his friend but I was, and still am, quite awkward. 

At first he was nice, he said he noticed I had been constantly checking. Said I also seemed pretty cool. Stated he wanted to text me sooner but didn't know what to say. Honestly, me too. We talked every now and then, it was light.

After a while he was grumpy, distant, and constantly running away from me. I wanted to make a new friend. He told me had a boyfriend, and I didn't care really. I had no intentions of being anything more than a friend who hangs out.

He seemed to hate talking to me. Didn't text first, EVER, would leave me on seen, hell, he'd block me after any miscommunication. Then supposedly come back when he's bored. I thought maybe I just sucked at making friends and what not. Though after a while, he went silent.

Soon after, I don't know exactly when, he started acting different. He texted more, asked questions, wanted to hang out. I didn't think much of it. I only really wanted to be his friend. I later found out he broke up with his former boyfriend (he apparently got cheated on) and was getting shit at home, wanted something to occupy himself with.

Out of the blue, he had blocked me again for about a week. By then, I was going to give up making friends and try something else. Out of pettiness, I also blocked him back. A few hours later, one of his friends had reached out on his behalf to say he wanted to offer an apology. 

I was about to block them as well and be done with it. But, I was quite bored at that moment and went with it. He said he was sorry about how he'd been acting, and to be fair, things happen. He asked if we could actually be friends (he wanted a do over).

Long story short, he fell in love with me. I don't know how, or why, but it's been almost a year now. He was scared to tell me how he felt, given I had rejected him twice, and also friendzoned him (whoops). I didn't feel like I was cut out for a relationship. He stayed persistent and I ended up caving.. I told him I'd be his boyfriend if he truly thought he wanted me.

It has been about 347 days since and I love my boyfriend. He reminds me of a hedgehog. I could spend hours looking into his cute eyes. And when he talks, sometimes he stutters. He gets stuck on a word, gets mad, and goes quiet; or when his voice cracks. I know he thinks it's embarrassing, but I honestly think it's one of the most adorable things ever.

He always gets frustrated for his grammar too, saying he "can't talk right"; I don't care if he mixes up tenses, forgets commas in his texts, or says things in the weirdest order possible. I understand him, and that's good enough for me. I don't love him because he's perfect. I love him because that's what makes him, him.

Every little "flaw" he worries about is another reason I love him just a little more.

He's never going to see this unless I feel like letting him. Can't let him know I write about him.