Normally, I have the words to say, I can describe things perfectly, and convey exactly what I want to. How is it that now, when I have the perfect feeling to describe, I can't think of the right words?
Maybe words aren't enough.
Or maybe there aren't enough words?
Or maybe I just lack the brain power to actually put them into proper, meaningful sentences... (This is probably closer to the truth).
Well, I think I've finally found the words.
This is my attempt at describing how he makes me feel.

You know in Winter, when it's a dull day, it's freezing cold, and you have some sort of work to do, and you just can't be bothered?
You've already worked a full week, this is the last day, buh you know you have nothing to do at the weekend, so today is the most excitement you'll get 'til Monday morning, when the whole cycle starts again.
You plod through the day, feeling so lifeless. Even though you're moving around, and getting things done, it still feels like you're going nowhere.
You get home, knackered, put on the tv, watch a film or two, do nothing productive, then try to go to sleep.
You get into bed, start to warm up, but it's still too cold outside. You know there's a blanket in the cupboard, but you know you'll lose the heat you just gained. You bear it, get the blanket, and return to bed.
You now try to sleep, but the wind is howling outside, like an angry dog howling at the moon.
Eventually, you fall asleep through exhaustion.
You wake up in the morning, though you're not sure why. There is no reason for you to be up today, yet you get out of bed anyway, hoping to sit in your pyjamas and laze around for the weekend.
You open the curtains.
You stare in awe at the perfect white blanket that has been so carefully placed over everything.
It's so beautiful.
The world has never seemed so bright, yet so still.
For the first time in your life, you take in your surroundings, to their full extent.
Only then do you notice how many Robins there are, hopping around so daintily in the trees.
Even the trees themselves look like they've been outlined with stardust.
You feel so full of energy, so full of life. Your eyes have never been so wide.
You've never wanted to be outside so much in your life.
You get dressed quickly, wrapping up in many layers, though this takes you half the time it did yesterday.
You grab your keys, throw on some old boots, and prepare for the world outside.
You open the door.
That cold chill hits your face, turning your cheeks a rosey red instantly.
The air smells so fresh.
You take the deepest breath you've ever had, and you forget about the week previous. It no longer matters.
You take that first step into the snow, and hear the satisfying crunching it makes.
You feel you're the first person to ever set foot on the world, and yet you've never been alone.
You take another step, and another.
You look behind you to see the steps you've taken, and smile, feeling a sense of accomplishment.
You take more.
You have nothing to do, nowhere to go, but you don't care.
You carry on anyway.
You take in all that scenery around you.
You see little plants that have been there for years, but never noticed before today.
As you walk past, you can smell its sweet aroma, and it lingers for a while.
You continue to walk, making them crunching noises.
Tiny pawprints are along the wall beside you.
Probably a kitten experiencing snow for the first time, you imagine.
The cold chill hits your face again.
A snowflake falls in front of you.
Then another. And another.
They fall so gracefully to the floor, adding to this masterpiece.
Some fall on your face, but quickly melt away, yet you don't wipe the moisture off.
You simply smile, knowing that someone up there gave you those snowflakes.

My boyfriend gave me mine. ^_^