Valentine.
It’s been a really long time since I’ve had a real reason to celebrate this holiday. I’ve called this kid mine since New Years Day of 2013. Actually, it was late New Years Eve. We had went out for New Years Eve and were back at his house, drunk and goofy in his bed. He rolled over on his side and said, “I bet you’d make a good girlfriend or something.” I smiled and said, “You wanna be my boyfriendddd?” Then we decided that we may not remember it the next morning. I kept asking him if he was going to and he decided that we should make some kind of secret code word for the morning if we did. I said pomegranate and he said pumpernickel. Those were the very first words I heard in 2013. A tiny crack of light was beaming through his window and onto his face when woke up and locked eyes. He whispered, “Pomegranate Pumpernickel?” and that was that. That day we went to the movies and ate dinner with his mom and dad. I’ve seen him every single day since.
He is such a positive force is my life. He is contagiously happy and endlessly supportive and compassionate. I can’t even stop kissing him ever, he is insanely attractive and has absolutely no idea, which really makes him even that much fucking cuter. I never feel awkward or not included around him. He’s not pretentious or complicated. I trust him. I don’t do that. I sincerely believe that he would never do anything to intentionally hurt me. That alone is huge for me. I never thought that was possible for me at this juncture. He’s not shy about showing his affection, in fact he’s enthusiastic. Nothing is more important to me than enthusiasm.
I believe you should tell the people you care about how much they mean to you often and repetitively. So much of our life together is just us doting on each other or one of the girls. (Scarlet, Osa, Venus) I love that. He’s a good listener. He does things like memorize your jamba juice order after hearing it once. From day one we just completely made sense together, it was totally natural. I was at a point where there where maybe 3 or 4 people I could be around comfortably while sober in this state, but he makes everything easier. We hung out sober immediately and often. That’s a big deal. I am my own complete human without him, and that’s important, but he makes that complete person that I am so incredibly happy.
I don’t just feel lucky that I have him, but lucky that we have each other. Best team. I believe that. I’ve never been with somebody like him before. It’s simple. It makes sense to me. I love him. I love his patience and his passion and his sensitivity, his energy. I love our life together. I love that he is good with Scarlet, but doesn’t try to be her dad. It’s not awkward or forced. Before him, I didn’t know love could be like this. Not for me, anyway. He makes it easy. He makes everything easier.
This is exactly how I feel about my fiance. Thank you Kait for putting it into words. This time a year ago I was the unhappiest I could be, I just hadn’t realised it yet. It took me many more months before I figured it out, but 6 months have now passed in the company of the most caring and wonderful man I could possibly have found. If I could drink (pregnant tummy says no), I would raise a glass to happy futures with wonderful people!
