Who? My boyfriend, of course. That’s why this post is password-protected, he wouldn’t want himself to be shared with the public. Because that’s what I’m about to do: share.
I would really love to tell the whole world on how in love I am with him. I might scare away half of my readers, but I don’t mind, since I am so in love with this guy, and this makes me feel like I have everything.
We are in a long-distance relationship. For more than six years now, which includes this “off” period we had for a year or so. I’ve been with him a long time, really. I have now understood things concerning him in the past that I had not.
In the past, I had loved falling in love with him so deeply, that I’m so scared that when I fall into this hallow that is love, I would, sooner or later, land on hard ground and not fall in love anymore. I was wrong. I fall in love with him every time I hear his voice. I fall in love with him every time he misses me. I fall in love with him every day.
And I love that.
These days, there is nothing new to find out about each other, but we find the old things very amusing and we often share laughs. We laugh at the silliest things, as if we had gotten married and had children, and now just growing old with each other. I suppose we have grown with each other.. and I love the thought of that. I love growing up with someone, and with him, I have done so much.
We both have our flaws, we are, after all, human, but I love him for his flaws, and for hiding them just to impress me. With our flaws, we teach each other how to live. With my dad’s recent death, he has helped me a lot. A lot more than anyone else had. He was there for me without feeling awkward about me talking about my dad. He had let me cry, he asked me to cry, just to relieve myself from all that pent up sadness.
We talk every night, except when he’s not feeling well and when I can’t make it online on time. And tonight, I miss him so.