I am the happiest person in the world. I say this with these chosen words not for objective accuracy, but because sometimes exaggeration can be used to express emphasis. (Or in the Bible, I guess, repetition serves that purpose.) But I’m using it the same way a curse word can be used emphatically. (I’m also highly skilled in using curse words in this manner and respect those who are also thusly talented.)
Yes yes, I am getting to the point. But colorful wording draws in the reader.
I am truly in love. Not unconditional love. Oh no. However, I have come to a point in my relationship in which regardless of the circumstances, I just feel warmth and gratitude. Even upon thinking back on not so “perfect” moments. Even those are starting to make me smile softly when I’m driving down the road.
I am possibly going to infuriate the readers of this post because it seems like I hold the secret to finding the right mate. I can’t really figure it out, though. Not eloquently or with brevity.
It’s not about choosing the person, I think. I mean, everyone likes to think there’s a list of qualities. I recently made a post defending the importance of choosing a sexy mate. However, I think it just was a natural thing. We don’t stay together because we’re highly patient, compromising people. Hell no.
I find it impossible to lose even a tiny bit of respect for this person. We argue and have less than mature reactions to situations at times. But there’s some solid sense of understanding one another that disallows me to judge him.
Basically, I’m unwittingly writing a love letter.
(If this is against forum rules, whoops. Plus, there’s some nuggets in there I can see people disputing, so have at it!)