Brandt and I couldn’t be doing any better. I have had such a negative outlook on relationships that I am amazed how well this is going. He doesn’t wind me up at all compared to others (only little things, and if they weren’t there It would just break my heart). Everything he does I find bewilderment in. Even if he is just sitting on the couch scratching his you know what watching reality TV on VH1. We sit and stare at one another with loving eyes, and I think to myself how lucky I am.

Everything I do has to involve him. The old me would of snarled at the fact of having someone up my ass, but I find that I am up his ass just as much as he is mine. Seems we both can not function without one another. Used to be that a mans touch was fake and insincere to me, my skin would crawl and I thought less was more when it came to affection. With our case if we are in the same room together I promise that you will know it. If not stroking one another’s hair, then holding hands, staring at one another, not in false happiness, but true contentment just simply knowing that this person exists in our life.

After a day apart he runs into my arms like a mother that has gone without their child for years. Embracing me with kisses and giving me the feeling of being wanted. I pray that never goes away. But I will always cherish that feeling. There has been several occasions ware I would leave and he had tears come to is eyes with the though of being without me. Some would say that is a little odd, but I enjoy and bask in the idea that someone misses me that much. I know what it is like to be without him and my breath stops, I long to touch him, I long to see the way he looks at me.

Our friends love us together, and It just seems to fit beyond words could explain. Plus my guy friends love to have him over on game night. Guys verses girls, and my baby’s brain is full of useless knowledge that guaranties them a win every time. How can one person keep so much crap in their brain?? He can answer almost any question without looking at the multiple choice. I’m jealous.

Now he isn’t perfect by any means, and god knows he has to be a strong man to put up with me. I just find no flaws in him. Even his flaws are the best part of him. He lives for the moment, he is relaxed and outgoing, he is fun - he holds my hand and praises me every chance he gets, and I do the same every chance I get. His mother doesn’t understand that I don’t want to fix him, I just want him the way he is. Baggy pants, sometimes unshaved, emotional, sensitive, needing a little direction at times. But we all do - don’t we? Even I have my days ware I don’t shave. I bet you really wanted to know that.

I have to admit I have been a different person around him. I am relaxed as well, I don’t party like I used to (and If I do its with him). I’m more respectful of another’s feelings. I’m vulnerable and loving it.

I have always been extremely scared of commitment, but this is exactly what I had been looking for, and there is no reason to be scared anymore. AMEN….I am changed, and haven’t seen this better part of me for years.