I'll be right beside you, dear

[sianann]

I had the loveliest weekend. On Friday, my mummy bought me a great bomber jacket for France from The Patch, then I had the house to myself for the evening and I watched Requiem for a Dream. On Saturday, I walked to my lovely's house and spent the day getting ready for a 12 year old's party. This morning (Sunday) Svea took me to Starbucks in the village for a caffeine/sugar fix. As we parted ways, I had the most wonderful epiphany. Why do I always wish I had true love, romance and passion? Why do I keep longing for something I ALREADY HAVE? I have my Svea, she is my everything, and I love her more than anyone/anything else in this world. I honestly don't know what I would do without her, she makes me feel so wonderful inside when I am with her. She makes me feel beautiful on the outside and loved on the inside. I am so damn lucky. She's always been with me through everything, through hating my parents to crying over stupid boys. I've found the love of my life, and we're going to be together forever. In the words of The Pussycat Dolls, "I don't need a man" because I've got the most amazing woman in the world.
(And I can't wait for us to be together at the top of the Eiffel Tower.)