So this is the part where I have to brag. Mark is the best boyfriend ever. He brings me flowers for really no reason at all.
He leaves me a rose trail down the stairs of my apartment on Valentines Day leading too a surprise.
He decorates my car with flowers, notes, balloons, and candy.
Despite his dislike for shopping...He lets me dress him however I please, head to toe. (I made him model his new Valenetines outfit).
But mainly, I like to brag about what a good guy he is. He takes care of me when I'm sick, takes me on new adventures, opens my doors, and makes me laugh. He treats me better than a queen, yet will laugh in all my sillyness. He is pretty dang awesome.