My Funny Valentine
I'm working at a bank right now that blocks everything on the internet except livejournal. I must have gone through Backstage a hundred times today and it's only 9:30am. Sigh.
In the spirit of Valentine's Day, here are my feelings:
He's great. It's been about a month of dating and I can't stop smiling. This is such an amazing thing for me since there was a point last year where I never thought I'd smile again, lol. I can talk to him for hours. I'm perfectly happy just sitting and being with him. And you know what? I've never experienced anyone ever fully feeling the same way about me. I feel like he's not real - can't be. I'm always thinking, "Really? Me?? You want to be with me???" I always think I went too far - sent one too many texts or something. But then I get the attention back 12 fold.
He's just what I needed/wanted. He takes just enough control over everything. I'm so used to having to worry about what's going on - if that makes sense. It's great having someone else in charge for once. He takes me out! And when he does, I'm taken care of. I'm so used to taking care of everything, and for once I can just sit back, relax, and enjoy myself.
I'm so comfortable around him. From the beginning, I've never been afraid to reveal anything about myself. And no matter what I say, he just squeezes me tighter. My favorite thing is when I start talking about something I clearly love, like theatre, music, fairies, or even marching band, and I will look up at him and he will have the biggest smile on his face. He loves to see me happy. And you know what? He's never afraid to tell me as much.
He'd do anything for me. Even if it means a McDonald's run at 3am because I mentioned that I was a little hungry. And he won't let me just get a cheeseburger - he will literally order the entire menu. He also cooks for me. I'm not used to being treated like this. He just takes the reins and I love it.
He's so encouraging it almost brings me to tears. I'm so used to a constant battle of egos and half assed positive remarks about my life. But this is different - he means it. He so genuinely believes in me and what I want to do with my life. If I'm down, he lifts me up so high I feel like I could just snap my fingers and accomplish anything. And his hugs are the best upper in the world.
The best part is his imagination/sense of humor. I think that's where we really click. We laugh all the time. It never fails. We laugh and laugh... and his smile is priceless.
As for the basics: He's adventureous. He has an awesome imagination. He appreciates theatre. He's a fireman. He's a martial artist. He's gorgeous. He has the most adorable cheeks. He's great in bed. He loves his family and wants to have one of his own someday. He knows what he wants. He's smart. He wants to see the world. He's passionate.
And he likes me. He really really likes me.
In the spirit of Valentine's Day, here are my feelings:
He's great. It's been about a month of dating and I can't stop smiling. This is such an amazing thing for me since there was a point last year where I never thought I'd smile again, lol. I can talk to him for hours. I'm perfectly happy just sitting and being with him. And you know what? I've never experienced anyone ever fully feeling the same way about me. I feel like he's not real - can't be. I'm always thinking, "Really? Me?? You want to be with me???" I always think I went too far - sent one too many texts or something. But then I get the attention back 12 fold.
He's just what I needed/wanted. He takes just enough control over everything. I'm so used to having to worry about what's going on - if that makes sense. It's great having someone else in charge for once. He takes me out! And when he does, I'm taken care of. I'm so used to taking care of everything, and for once I can just sit back, relax, and enjoy myself.
I'm so comfortable around him. From the beginning, I've never been afraid to reveal anything about myself. And no matter what I say, he just squeezes me tighter. My favorite thing is when I start talking about something I clearly love, like theatre, music, fairies, or even marching band, and I will look up at him and he will have the biggest smile on his face. He loves to see me happy. And you know what? He's never afraid to tell me as much.
He'd do anything for me. Even if it means a McDonald's run at 3am because I mentioned that I was a little hungry. And he won't let me just get a cheeseburger - he will literally order the entire menu. He also cooks for me. I'm not used to being treated like this. He just takes the reins and I love it.
He's so encouraging it almost brings me to tears. I'm so used to a constant battle of egos and half assed positive remarks about my life. But this is different - he means it. He so genuinely believes in me and what I want to do with my life. If I'm down, he lifts me up so high I feel like I could just snap my fingers and accomplish anything. And his hugs are the best upper in the world.
The best part is his imagination/sense of humor. I think that's where we really click. We laugh all the time. It never fails. We laugh and laugh... and his smile is priceless.
As for the basics: He's adventureous. He has an awesome imagination. He appreciates theatre. He's a fireman. He's a martial artist. He's gorgeous. He has the most adorable cheeks. He's great in bed. He loves his family and wants to have one of his own someday. He knows what he wants. He's smart. He wants to see the world. He's passionate.
And he likes me. He really really likes me.