Applause for the Wallflower

I love that he appreciates me, and I love that when I'm not feeling well, or when we get into a massive fight, he always says "I never want to lose you." I love that we fight, and I love that we have opposing opinions and still find common ground. I love that he's never missed a beat. I love that I love his sister. I love that his car is as messy as my room. I love that baby voice of his he uses when I don't feel well (like today :]). I love that I get to watch him perform sometimes, too, and I love that he's come to more of my competitions in one season than anyone else has in my entire life. I love that he orders my dinners at retaurants, and I love that he pulls out my chair at the table, opens my car door, holds my bag, and drives me around in my car.

There is so much that I love about him, I couldn't possibly list each and every single one of those reasons. I've written blogs like this before and each time, I say the same things. But with him, he does everything so right that each time he does something, anything, I appreciate it the moment it occurs.

I look back now at all those months I'd been hurt. But the fact of the matter is that this does no good. I don't need to linger in the past to appreciate what I've got in the present. All I need to know is that I'm in love with this man, and this man is in love with me.

It's almost as if each time I'm with him, all these points are made exceedingly clear. I'm so in love and nothing could possibly be better than this feeling now--the world could turn upside down and I could lose each and every single thing I find most important to me, but as long as I'd have this constant, I'd find a way to survive. I know it.