All right, then my first true love is my husband. I had all of 3 boyfriends before him and they were all jackasses and short-lived.
Dom and I met at freshman orientation of college when we were 18, we were acquaintances for a year, best friends for 3 months, and then suddenly, wildly, passionately in love.
We’ve been together five years, through heavy shit, and I swear he gets more compassionate, intelligent, hilarious, and sexy with every day that goes by. The reason I truly love him is because he is so good–to everyone, I mean. He has committed his life to helping others and together we hope to work at maximum effectiveness. I see all this good we can do as a team, all this love we can bring to the world, together.
Our love is about ideas and action. This man is my best friend. After five years together we still miss our exits on the freeway (once by a HALF HOUR) because we’re so engrossed in conversation. We just love hanging out together, we love planning our future together, making changes and adjustments to try to improve things, whatever.
And we just celebrated our first wedding anniversary in June… sorry I am feeling a bit mushy at the moment, but we were not together on our 1 year, I was in Mexico for the summer. And I came home at midnight last night rather gravely ill, because I got motion sickness on the plane. But he was right there, and he got my luggage and drove me home and made me a sandwich.
There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than here. I am so psyched for all the the cool experiences we are going to share together throughout the rest of our lives. It’s amazing to realize that the person you love feels exactly the same way. I never would have imagined it could happen to me.