Dinner with the family and boyfriend...

...was thankfully not awkward. My boyfriend has got to be the least awkward person alive. My parents are not used to being in the company of a boyfriend and so I was dreading awkward silences in the fairly quiet restaurant. However, it was the exact opposite, it was a laid back, idyllic, funny time (apart from my dad's embarrassingly crap jokes that made you imagine tumble weeds float across the table - only once though). We all had a great time. The cinema afterwards (a typical outing...) was good but I felt like a bit of an immature teenager when we decided that we wanted to sit at the back of the cinema, well away from my parents and little sister, who was at this time, giving me the raised eyebrows and pursed lips saying, "What are you two going to be doing?" No, it wasn't like that, it was more just being together, just us two. It feels so right. I know I'm young to say what I want to say... so I won't say it unless it jinxes anything.

Although... my neighbours are an example that the kind of thing that I want to happen but will not say, of it working out alright. They dated for 2 weeks and then he proposed. She accepted. They were 16. They got married at 17. They had their first child when they were 18. Then a year later, a second child. They are now nearly 60 and still deeply in love with each other.

All I am going to say is... I really, really, really hope. Every time I see him, I get a shock how happy he makes me and how dream like and idyllic our lives are when we are together. I can not imagine myself with anyone else. I tell my mother almost everything about us, tiny little things that he says or does. To anyone reading this, you are most likely thinking, ah dear, another infatuated teenager who thinks he's 'The One' and she's getting too serious about something that won't last. She'll get upset when it ends... blah blah blah. As I say, I am hoping. It's impossible not to think of him in that way. I am not going to start describing him because... I would either go on forever or just sit here thinking of where the hell to start.

He told me that night that I looked "beyond words" and that he "fell deeper in love with me". That is something that I can not describe with any language known to man (and unknown) how that makes me feel.