A girl who reads...to the boy she loves

I consider myself fairly lucky. I met a boy eight years ago. He was kind, thoughtful, funny, intelligent and thought the world of me. We fell in love (?) and have been together ever since. Our relationship has evolved as the both of us have grown up, lived apart, spent only few hours/weekends/holidays with each other, studied further, seen more of the world and most importantly - become cynical. We've had our doubts, me more than him, but we have never left each other. One could argue that the monogamy is to avoid the hassle of future dating but we both know that despite all the cynicism and the onslaught of life itself, we are genuinely fond of each other. I am definitely more than 'fairly' lucky.

But ever so often I do wish the boy would let me have my head in the clouds just a little. And after eight years, I don't want to have to direct the boy here for him to know why I need to be just the little bit a dreamer.