I feel like I’m just so happy all the time and even when something bad brings me down, it’s only for a brief minute. I’m constantly happy about everything in my life, even the shitty stuff, because I have such a wonderful boyfriend. Nobody has ever understood me or fit me so perfectly and I can’t help but smile whenever I think about him or us. He has such a snappy wit and clever sense of humor that I find myself laughing about everything we discuss. He’s very understanding and accepting of my flaws because he knows good and well that I am who I am and that’s all there is to it. He finishes my sentences as I do his and his arm and chest feel like they were specially molded for me to lay on. He eats the food off my plate that I don’t like and I do the same for him. We argue over what to watch but always settle for Seinfeld because it’s a classic, timeless show that compliments both our humors. We find comfort in sitting in Friday and Saturday nights simply because we know that, even if we’re in a crowd of people, we’re still going to be drawn to each other like magnets and aren’t going to wander from one another. We’re happy to sit in and just enjoy each others company without being drowned out by music and other people’s drunken slurs. We fight about spending money on each other mostly because of his desire to be the man and pay for things and my desire to be the independent woman who refuses to let him. Secretly, I know he loves it when I bring him lunch to work just as much as I love it when he brings me coffee to work. We’ll never admit it to one another, but it makes us happy to know the other knows us so well and, despite our groaning and “unhappy” acceptance of whatever the object is, we are grateful.

I’m so truly blessed and happy and elated and grateful and every word you can imagine that I have him in my life. I turn to him when it’s just been “one of those days” and he does the same for me. I come over after a long day of work to him awaiting my arrival with that handsome smile and a back rub ready to be given. There has never been a boy in any past relationship that has put my wants and needs first. But that’s just the thing: he’s not a boy, he’s a man, a grown up man who has a job, bills to pay, real problems to deal with and his own life and problems and yet he still makes me smile even when he can’t do the same for himself. He is the most compassionate, loving, caring, selfless, thoughtful and of course handsome man I have ever met and I want nothing more than to fall asleep in his heaven-sent-made-personally-for-me arms. I am completely over the moon, buzz light year, cot-ton, pony, possum, peanut butter and jelly in love with Brian Spencer.