I’m in a relationship. It has it’s bumps and bruises, but right now it’s okay. It’s been a while, things were bound to get messy somehow, some way, some time. And they did…and did again…and again. But we’re still standing. We’re still here together. That’s gotta count for something. I love him and I’m (pretty) sure he loves me, haha. I still can spend all my time with him and two weeks later still not want to go home. He still tells me how beautiful I am everyday. We still make love pretty often. I mean, what more could I ask for? We’re fine. I’m just crazy most of the time. I have something inside me that needs to ruin things and also makes me irrational. I overreact sometimes. I’m stubborn. I cry a lot and I am really sensitive. Haha, he deals with me though. He’s the only person that dares touch me when I’m upset at him and chases me down when I try to leave out of anger. The only man that can make me smile while my face is soaked with tears. This guy makes me look in the mirror and say one thing I like about myself when I feel ugly or fat. Obviously he’s crazy and maybe a little stubborn too. Because he stays with me even at my worst. Yeah, I love the guy. He may not be a knight in shining armor…but he’s MY dumb ass in tin foil. :)
So yeah, my current relationship is good. He means a lot to me. In a lot of ways he’s made me a better person.
