A note on love
Dec. 13th, 2002 03:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brightrosefoxMy excitement over the Sock Monster's wonderful pie has made me think about my own "pie." I've had the same pie for three years, the relationship is still strong and loving and communicable, we barely fight (if you count petty arguments with quick apologies fights), I have born witness to numerous threats to kill my pie and take me away because we seem too unreal. It still frightens me a little, how strong I can love this person. He loves me unconditionally, because I am me, not because I may be the ideal of his dream woman or something. He loves me despite my flaws and because of them. He takes my flaws and turns them into merits in his eyes. He doesn't want anyone else, although we tease each other about finding a mutual girlfriend, mostly for me. He thinks I'm beautiful even when I'm sick, crying, covered in ick, pimply, having a bad hair day.
Ditto on my end.
I love this man. Totally. Completely. Honestly. And this is just the beginning. I have never loved anyone else and I may never again. Because I don't plan on loving anyone else.
Love is a funny thing. You can think you've found "the one", your soulmate, the person you're going to spend eternity with, and then one of you does something stupid or makes a mistake and it all crumbles. You can do this several times. Then, you can find someone you just weren't expecting, in whom you see everything you want to be and wish you had been. It's so much stronger because it's meant to last. That's how I feel. I'm pretty sure that's how he feels. We wouldn't be talking about marriage and kids if it wasn't true. I don't know if we'll do the "traditional" engagement thing where he gets down on one knee and gives me a pretty ring; we're too familiar for surprises. We *know* what we want. We may just decide one day to sign a marriage certificate and then have a ceremony. Then again, knowing him, he may just surprise me.
Love is a good thing when you have it. It's a perfect drug.
Ditto on my end.
I love this man. Totally. Completely. Honestly. And this is just the beginning. I have never loved anyone else and I may never again. Because I don't plan on loving anyone else.
Love is a funny thing. You can think you've found "the one", your soulmate, the person you're going to spend eternity with, and then one of you does something stupid or makes a mistake and it all crumbles. You can do this several times. Then, you can find someone you just weren't expecting, in whom you see everything you want to be and wish you had been. It's so much stronger because it's meant to last. That's how I feel. I'm pretty sure that's how he feels. We wouldn't be talking about marriage and kids if it wasn't true. I don't know if we'll do the "traditional" engagement thing where he gets down on one knee and gives me a pretty ring; we're too familiar for surprises. We *know* what we want. We may just decide one day to sign a marriage certificate and then have a ceremony. Then again, knowing him, he may just surprise me.
Love is a good thing when you have it. It's a perfect drug.