His smell on your pillow

His smell on your pillow.
Before we start I should warn you that this entry isn't my usual style, you won't find any satirical comments about men and how ridiculous they are but instead a note to what it is that we love about them. Why we love them, why we humour them and why we miss them when they leave...
For all the girls out there who have a man in their life, you'll know what I mean when I say you can't live with them or without them. There are so many implications that come with a relationship, and it's true that many of them aren't positive. There will be dozens of times in any long-term arrangement that one or both parties doubt the potential of the relationship or get irritated by each other, this is a non-disputed fact, but aside from all the negative qualities your man might have, I think it's only right we pay testemant to them, even if just to justify why it is that we bother.
If you're in love, you know that no matter how your friends try to help you or support you, sometimes in life the only thing that will even start to make you feel better is a hug from your partner. Nothing compares to having someones safe warm arms wrapped around you when you need to cry. We spend a lot of time moaning and whining about the men in our lives but do we ever really acknowledge how much we appreciate them sitting there and nodding sympathetically when we rant about a bad day at work or someone who's upset us. We never really thank them for the times they rub your back and kiss your forehead, and tell you everything will be okay. We never consider just how much they help us even if it's something simple like buying us our favourite chocolate or cuddling us when we wake up in the night. See sometimes men can be a total pain in the arse and you just want to get as far away from them as humanly possible, but when you're lucky enough to find one who truly loves you and cares for you, there's very little he wouldn't do to put a smile on your face. Maybe they moan and roll their eyes about having to sit through Eastenders, or show very little enthusiasm for what shade of cream to paint the living room, but they still do it don't they? They still do all the little things which make us want them, and if we open our eyes it's pretty obvious that we rely on our men as much as they rely on us.
Not only do we need to acknowledge all these little things our boyfriends/husbands do for us everyday in order to realise why we love them, but just tune into what your heart tells you. Cheesy as it may sound, that little nervy butterfly feeling you get in your tummy when he arrives, or that little dull ache you feel when you say goodbye, that craving that kicks in when you put your face down on your pillow and breath in his scent, that is love. Missing somebody is awful, anybody whether it's friends, family, pets... but nothing quite compares to missing him. Missing a whole half of you, the one person who can pretty much always manage to make everything better and bring a smile to your face. Sometimes it's unbearable, and you start to count down the days, hours, minutes until you're reunited. For any students reaing this, like myself, you will know how much it truly sucks being miles away from that special person, waiting any substantial amount of time to be with them again. And they're all you can think about, and even when you're enjoying yourself with friends, you never stop wishing you were anywhere with them. Because they make you happy, they do all the little things you need to make you smile. They'll follow you around shops all day and watch girly rom-coms even though they hate them. He'll hold your hand when you walk down the street, and kiss you in the morning when your hair's a mess and your breath smells, he'll make you feel like a princess every day.
So, to the dismay of all the feminists reading this i'm giving you all strict instructions to start from now, start appreciating all the things your blokes do to make you happy, and try your hardest to return the favour. Show him how much you love him, because after all, what's the point in missing someone if when you're with them you don't show them you did?