On Life. And Being In Love With You.

Well. I finished one report that took way too long. Ugh. Stupid solubility crap. I hate it. I have another report. And then a prelab quiz. Good thing I already have the write up done. I just finished eating. What a lonely dinner. My boyfriend isn't here. My roommate left a few hours ago. My dog is back home. So I had a lonely dinner by myself.

I went over to my bf's apartment earlier to feed our fish, Junior. He's doing very well; he's even getting a bit plump too. I think after we move maybe we can get another fish to keep Junior company again. This fish will be named Cheeseburger.

Things have been kinda different since my boyfriend started working again. It was super awesome to always have him around with me. We don't have that luxury anymore, but I guess it's also a good thing because we drive each other up the freakin' wall a lot. I have never in my life felt such passionate emotions for another person. Passionate in every way. Passionate like the love thing that everyone is always trying to find. And equally passionate in anger and rage when he pisses me the hell off. I have never screamed and cried with so much anger towards anyone before in the way that I did to him. I have never trusted, loved, cared for anyone before in the way that I do for him. It's all very schizophrenic and bi-polar. Thing is, we know it too and that's exactly what we like about our relationship.

People always like to mention what the highlight of their day is. I've a pretty good idea of what mine is now. A long time ago, the highlight of my day would be at the very end - where I would crawl into my bed and snuggle my blanket to sleep. That is one of the most awesomest feelings ever. But now there's something that is so much more than that. My highlight comes late in the afternoon. When I hear my boyfriend's car drive up into the complex, I drop what I am doing, go the door and wait for him to come. When he walks up and sees me, the first thing he does is smile. Call me a sappy romantic, but it is that one simple little thing that makes everything worth it. My heart just totally melts when he does that - every single time.

Love isn't about being cutesy dovey, cuddly smiles and schmoopy talking all the time. It's about being able to put up with the one person that is such a pain in your ass and still finding that you still can't bear being without them - because even through all the arguing, disagreements, and challenges, they are still the ones that makes you the happiest. And you wouldn't have it any other way.

{{Being in love with you has been the best thing that's happened to me yet.}}
{{For always, my love.}}