Birthdays and Beautiful Words.
I'm in the Library and by no stretch of the imagination should be playing on good old el jay.
I have a group meeting I completely forgot about, in addition to over 100 pages of reading and a response due at 9am; that I should have started last week.
My birthday is this weekend, and I'll finally be 21.
I'm beyond excited for many reason, the most notable being the shin-dig I'm having. starts at 6/7 first floor of 67. Come.
Beyond this however:
There's this amazing girl in my life who makes me feel really...beautiful. Sometimes it makes me really....It makes me heart swell. This afternoon I figured out why.
She thinks I'm beautiful. Not in spite of being unattractive.
I love her for it..because...I realized anyone else I've ever been with....I loved that they were willing to look beyond how I looked and still love me. Yeah- that's amazing but....she thinks I'm beautiful. In spite of nothing. Physically and mentally.
Why and how I don't get. But it's there, and I'm not fighting it....I'm just. Revelling in it.
Some amazing beautiful woman thinks I'm beautiul.
Well now, I'd say that's really something.
Go me.
Kinda loving my life right now.