Hi people!
Just an update. This hopeless romantic has finally met someone she can love.
He's older... but he doesn't look that old. Smart, thoughtful, funny, the envy of other guys.
I fucking love him. I am seriously so happy.
Like, even if the day turns out really bad at work, just talking to him will save it.
I don't know how this will end up. I just want to enjoy this lobe we share. Love for all things curious. Love for hope. Love for each other.
Had I known that it felt this good to love and be loved back, I could've gotten myself a boyfriend back when I was super depressed. But then again, being a depressed boyfriend would've killed the relationship in its infancy.
I love the guy. He's called Jonathan. But I call him mine. Wahahhha cheesy shit is cheesy!
Good-bye friend! Until our paths meet again!
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