My life has always been a lonely one on the inside and I have deep down always just wanted someone I could love. That's it, just someone that would let me love them with all my heart and treat me well enough that I feel good about doing it.
Last year I met a guy, perfect to me in each and every way shape and form. If I could build a man from scratch, he would be that guy. The guy of my dreams you could say. The one I had crushes on in high school or a co-worker I fantasized about, just all the little things I find sexy and charming all rolled into one human being.
Of course I didn't believe there is any way the guy of my dreams would actually be attracted to me, it took me weeks of dating before I even let myself hope he did. I refused to let my heart get carried away.
This man respected me, even when I didn't respect myself. He is kind. He is polite. He is a giver. He listens, and better.. actually pays attention and remembers even the most insignificant of dribble I spew. He laughs at my jokes. He makes me smile in my head when my jaws finally tire of beaming on the outside.
He pleases me sexually. He holds me tight and doesn't let go until I do. He holds my hand in public and is not embarassed by my crazy antics or sometimes inappropriate attire. He's proud of me, and makes me feel that way always.
He shares his friends and family with me and they all love him so much they have accepted and embraced me genuinly... at least its how they make me feel.
His life is an open book to me, he shares his home with me and nothing is off limits. I respect him, and would never take advantage of this gift of trust.
When I have had insecurity and self-esteem issues that caused me to become upset at myself and blame him for how I felt, he stood by me. Never angered at me for being rediculous. Instead he comforted me.
When I went through a pretty traumatic event during the early phases of our relationship - he supported me and stuck it out with me and helped me heal... when he could have walked away as it wasn't his problem.
He doesn't crave time away from me, he prefers to have me around even just hanging with his buddies. We spend quality time, all the time. In instances that I felt slighted, I spoke to him about it, he dealt with my concerns by reassuring me and trying to meet my needs that were feeling unmet.
In return for all he does I give him the world... theres not an itch of his I wont scratch. Pleasing him is my pleasure, nothing makes me happier than making him comfortable, content.
Is this really possible? Is there such a thing as true happiness in a relationship? I've never experienced it before this. And I am blown away by the reality of it. I feel more confident every single day. I am growing emotionally, I am bettering myself. My needs are met, I am full..Thank, God.
I know people say when everythings peaceful, the storm clouds brew... but can it just be this way, always? This quiet, this dreamy satisfied state of being....this love.
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