A few months ago, I posted right here in Tilted Sexuality (well... not quite, but it was moved here, appropriately enough) about a girl I was seeing at the time. I was having problems in the relationship, and pretty much decided that I was going to (as I put it, then) "ditch the bitch" and move on to someone else who was less demanding.
I'm still seeing her, now, and we just celebrated our eight month anniversary (which, for me, is a real milestone - at least twice the length of any other relationship that I've had).
See, the things I like about this girl...
It's not that she's hot or anything, it's that I really and honestly think of her as MY most beautiful. Sure, I'll spring a boner at porn and all that, but hey... we actually have great talks about that sorta' stuff.
It's not that she's particularly nice, 'cause she can be a MASSIVE bitch alot of the time when she's going through problems in life. But hey, she's seriously fucking awesome by me, and the thing is that I really don't mind her bad days 'cause... well, God had better know why, 'cause I don't. But I just don't, even when she's giving me hell, 'cause hey... it's alright.
It's not that she's a wonderful person, really, but she's fucking amazing to me. She's the best I can do, 'cause she's the coolest girl I've ever met and the best that I've ever met or dreamt of for me.
She's a keeper.
The things she's taught me, as well, about love? It's a choice, really, as well as a feeling. I've chosen to commit myself to her, and I've kept that committment for the last eight months since we first got together. Even when I was doubting our relationship, and "broke up" with her twice (first time only really in theory, second time in practice but back together a week after), I didn't go to anyone else because I've never wanted anyone else like I want her.
I don't mean her body, either, although the sex is fucking awesome. (She rides horses, and the motion trains the vaginal muscles, and then they can just... squeeze... oh-so-tightly... mmm...) It's just... her.
Hell, even the tough shit we went through in the past? That's worth it as well, because it's taught us both fuckloads of lessons and brought us closer together.
I do believe that I'm in love.
Wait, no.
I KNOW that I'm in love with her, and she's in love with me.
For the first time in... well, ever, I've been happy. For the last few months, really.
It's incredible.
