We’re in a relationship.
He’s my boyfriend.
He’s my friend.
He’s my partner in crime.
He’s amazing. We’re amazing.
And you know what?
He makes me feel amazing for being me.
I feel no need to impress him or make him like me.
He already does… because I’m me.
When I want to make him laugh, I say things I would actually say, not what I think he wants to hear.
and you know what, he laughs!
When he smiles at me, I can see the genuine feelings we share.
When he kisses me on the forehead I feel like the only person in the world that matters.
But most importantly, when I think of seeing him, I don’t think about the physical stuff. It’s there, it’s great, and it’s part of the relationship… but I think of spending time with him.
Wondering what he’s going to say to make me laugh today.
Wondering what new song he’ll show me.
Wondering what else we’ll have in common.
I swear we can read each other’s minds sometimes. We are so in sync.
It’s absolutely bizarrely surreal.
So this is what it’s supposed to feel like!
My past relationships weren’t even remotely like this.
This feels different.
This is different.
This is us.
This once single sassy blogger now comes with extra sassiness and a bit of love in her heart!
Friends… I’m ready for this!