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But it really began seventeen months prior to that, in January 2005. Kurtis and I had interacted a few times at a message board, then more in a chat room inspired by my banning by an ex. I saw him on AIM the next day and said hi. He asked me a really goofy question, I shot back a witty reply and from then on, our friendship grew. We chatted about everything under the sun, shared more and more as time went on and when things got rough for me (another ex, smell the motif), Kurtis was always there to lend an ear and make me giggle even with tears still drying on my face.
At one of my lowest points, when I really thought I was going to crack and not be able to glue myself back together, he reached out and sent me a
present and things changed. Things blossomed into something neither of us expected or planned on, even though all our friends saw it coming from miles away.
And here's where Kurtis informs me that I've been online for an hour, so I let him grope my boobies and said I'd wrap up ASAP *snerk*
As I mark off our third year, I think how it seems like Kurtis has always been a part of my life and has always had a place in my heart, it was just a question of how much. He loves me despite myself and I return the favor. When I'm upset, he works me through it instead of fleeing like his predecessors used to. When I'm happy, he shares my joy.
He's manly while still having a artistic side, plays the guitar and cooks amazing meals, and as for the intimate parts of our lives, I'll testify that I am a very lucky woman. If the windows were ever open, the neighbors could testify as well. *snerk* I can't imagine my life without him. We've been through good times and bad, and we will continue to enjoy the good times and help each other through the bad as a team.
Soon we will be making things Official (yes, Virginia, they will get married as soon as the estate hoopla is over) and the topic of wee ones (besides the pups) has come up, even if we are afraid that the combo platter of our genes may lead to hair like this, except strawberry blonde:
To wrap, before I have to let him grope the girls again - Kurtis, I love you with everything that I have and everything that I am. I want to be your wife, for you to be my husband and someday, to hear someone call you daddy - knowing our genes, asshole might come before daddy, so be prepared. Whatever cosmic force gave me that urge to IM you that fateful night in January 05, I am forever grateful. I will always be by your side until the very end. I love you.