A love letter

Can I just say, for the blog record, that I have one of the most….no, THE most wonderful boyfriend in the land?

I hear horror stories and complaints all the time, and I sit back quietly, knowing that I narrowly escaped the hellish aspects of love. Recently I had the strange sensation of realizing that he and I have been together for four years. I hadn’t really thought about it, and hadn’t put the years together. There seems to be a big difference between three years and four. FOUR YEARS.

And all that we’ve been through individually and all that we have gone through together, and all the battles that we still have to fight through, it’s gone so quickly, and amazingly…lovingly.
When I first started to really like John, long before we ever dated, someone told me that he was the most sincere man they had ever met. And he is. There is no manipulation in his manner, no evil intentions, no jealousies. He is as kind as anyone can be, he is proud of me and the things I’ve done, he stands behind me when I need someone to fall back on and he makes me laugh when it’s the last thing I want to do.

And although my songs of love may sound cliché, they are the ultimate truth. I knew it the second I saw him, I knew it the second I kissed him and I knew it last night sitting on our couch with a whining pup who wasn’t getting all of the attention, this is the man for me.

Now, if he could just get rid of all those ladies on the side, we’d be good to go.

Hee.