||[Dec. 18th, 2008|06:15 am]
I haven't written in this thing in forever.
But I needed somewhere to relay my thoughts.
And this seems like the only blog-type thing that no one reads.
I finally met him.
A while ago.
Four months and 10 days ago, to be exact.
And here I am.
Ready to marry him.
Is that normal?
I mean, I would never actually tell him that, if he pushed hard enough, or caught me at just the right moment, I'd do anything he asked.
Because that's how it is with him.
I am absolutely, totally, completely, (and to steal a line from Bella) irrevocably in love with him.
I have loved him for four years.
But even so, it's different now.
Ever since I could actually feel him, smell him, kiss him.
It's like on the sims when you can fill up one of the meters to the highest points possible, and all through life your sim can be happy just filling that meter up.
But then, something happens that opens the meter up to another point and the sim isn't happy again unless they fill it up to that point.
So they could fill it up to where it had always made them happy before, and it just doesn't.
Wow...what a geeky comparison.
The point is, after actually being with him, nothing makes me happy but being with him.
So, back to my point.
How weird is it, that after all we have been through, and even though I'm so young...I would marry him in a heart beat.
I honestly want to wait until we can at least do a small ceremony thing.
But if he were to propose to me tomorrow (if he was here, obviously) I would say yes without even a second thought.
I love him with everything in me.
And I've never been happier.
I can't wait to be his forever.
No matter how stupid it is.