So, the story with me and my YF... Well, let me just go into that back-story. (Trust me when I tell you I have about 1/4 as many back-stories as Dr. Doofenshmirtz. If you don't know who that is, watch every episode of Phineas and Ferb.)

My YF (Whom I will affectionately refer to from now on as "Doody". No seriously, it's his nickname at church. lol) was around 12 when I first met him. He's been going to my current church since he was born, so far as I know, and he is one of the most lovingly affectionate kids I know. He's funny, innocent-ish, sweet... He does have a few attitude problems sometimes, but he's generally awesome. Plus he's not too bad in terms of looks... But I digress.

We both went on the Mission Trip to Iquitos, Peru that year. And we shared a room with his dad, and 3 other people. I got to become close friends with him and his family, and now we regularly talk on Wednesdays and Sundays, and when school is in, Fridays. (Another backstory...)

He's like, the only boy I've ever met (other than my brother) that I am truly totally emotionally attached to. I treat him as I treat my little brother. I would never want to violate his privacy, purity or anything as such. He's just too perfect for that. =D He makes me smile whenever I even see him. It's too great. And he's just physical enough to make me really happy, without making me lust. I thank God for him. Sooooooooooooo much.