My love
I have been itching to write this post all day, but was resisting until I had worked on my paper. I have now done that. So I will dictate this post.
I am extremely excited for June, when my boyfriend arrives. I have this whole vision of greeting him at the airport, wrapping him in a hug, and asking if I can kiss him. Then, provided he consents, we will kiss. Of course, the “vision” involves a lot more sensations than that, but you get the idea.
Sometimes I can't believe how lucky I am to have met him. We met, coincidentally enough, at the wedding of a mutual friend of ours. That was two summers ago. I guess last October or so we started talking a lot more than we had previously. Or maybe before that, in the summer. What I know is, come December, we exchanged very personal gifts, which we had decided upon independently of the other. A few months later, or more specifically two months later, we set up a Skype date on Valentine's Day. Shortly after that, we made it official that we were dating.
I don't really know how to describe what he means to me, except to say that we can tell each other anything and the other will take it seriously. I love, admire, and respect this man. He makes me feel special. He makes me feel loved. He lets me be myself. That last feels incredibly important to me. Especially after everything I've been through with my blood family, it is amazing, knowing that I don't have to hide my intelligence, or the pain I'm in, or excitement I feel, or anything else.
In short, he is one of the most amazing things that has happened to me, possibly ever.
D., I love you.
I am extremely excited for June, when my boyfriend arrives. I have this whole vision of greeting him at the airport, wrapping him in a hug, and asking if I can kiss him. Then, provided he consents, we will kiss. Of course, the “vision” involves a lot more sensations than that, but you get the idea.
Sometimes I can't believe how lucky I am to have met him. We met, coincidentally enough, at the wedding of a mutual friend of ours. That was two summers ago. I guess last October or so we started talking a lot more than we had previously. Or maybe before that, in the summer. What I know is, come December, we exchanged very personal gifts, which we had decided upon independently of the other. A few months later, or more specifically two months later, we set up a Skype date on Valentine's Day. Shortly after that, we made it official that we were dating.
I don't really know how to describe what he means to me, except to say that we can tell each other anything and the other will take it seriously. I love, admire, and respect this man. He makes me feel special. He makes me feel loved. He lets me be myself. That last feels incredibly important to me. Especially after everything I've been through with my blood family, it is amazing, knowing that I don't have to hide my intelligence, or the pain I'm in, or excitement I feel, or anything else.
In short, he is one of the most amazing things that has happened to me, possibly ever.
D., I love you.