The other day, Bobby and I were on the phone for about... oh, I don't know... ALL DAY... talking about him and me and how he played football at a friend's the day before... *starts daydreaming about Bobby playing football shirtless* aaahhhhh...... O_o *notices all the weird stares* heh... *scratches head* ANYWAY!... when he got really tired and I made him go to bed. About 20 minutes later, I was getting ready to turn in myself, when my mother brings me the phone. I asked her who it was... ''Who do ya think?!'' *shakes her head and walks away* Yeah, of course. It was Bobby. He called me back because... and this is what blew me away... he wasn't sure if he'd told me goodnight and that he loved me!! I'm still mystifyed by it. Guys just don't do that... do they???

But I understand. I'm truly blessed with Bobby. And I don't care what anyone thinks of him or me. I am truly in love... Thank you, baby...