I don't know if I believe in "in love". I love B with everything I have. And within the past few months I have realized how truly lucky I have to have him. I've never felt that for another person (besides my son). I have seen the faults in myself as opposed to looking at the faults in him. Something else I've never done because we all know I'm perfect. I've seen some of everything and while I know that he's not perfect I love him more then I ever have and think I ever could another man. He's the only man I've ever been able to honestly see me spending the rest of my life with.
I do however still have moments after two years where I feel as though I'm a high school girl. Where he takes my breath away or brings tears to my eyes. He's a man of few words but sometimes when he says something to me nothing else could be as touching.
Sometimes he drives me nuts and I'd like to rip his off. Yet I don't have the desire to up and run off like I'm famous for. For the first time ever I feel as though I can make a commitment and work on things.
To make myself feel better I'm going to just chalk it up to the fact that he's soooo hot.