Every little girl dreams of finding her Prince Charming, the man who is going to sweep her off her feet and whisk her away to a happily ever after. As we get older we learn that happily ever after is a lot harder to come by than we originally thought. There a lot of frogs out there, a lot. And not all of them turn out to be princes. Most of them will break your heart, but you have to learn how to pull yourself up off the ground and start again.
I've kissed a lot of frogs in my lifetime, most of them appeared to be princes only to find out that they were not what they seemed. I've had my heart broken, I've had relationships end before they started, and just when I thought I was done. That I was going to swear off dating for good...an old friend of mine changed his profile picture on Facebook...
Everyone embellishes the story of how they met their significant other and makes it seem like it was such a big romantic ordeal and a light bulb went off in their head to tell them that this person was the one, but I am brutally honest with mine. I remember scrolling through Facebook one day and stumbling across his face. I sat there for a second and went "Wow, he's changed since high school. I wonder what he's doing now..." so I went out on a limb and I sent him a message. That began a conversation of catching up over previous years, reminiscing old memories, and my failed attempts at flirting and being witty. Yet somehow, some way when I asked him out he actually said yes.
Not going to lie, I was definitely nervous during our first date...and the second...and the third...and all the dates after that. We didn't really talk in high school, he was the talented senior snatching up lead roles in all our theatre productions and I was just the shy sound kid that occasionally had to put on and take off his microphone in between shows. Never once did we think about each other the way we do now.
Fast forward a year after we had started talking and eight months after that. I am absolutely crazy about him. I'm not the easiest person to be with. I can be incredibly clingy. I can be annoying. I can be way overly emotional. And I have enough baggage to last me a lifetime, but what amazes me the most is he doesn't care about that. He'll hold me tight and reassure me that everything is okay when I'm in tears in the midst of one of my depressive episodes. He assures me that he's not going to leave me like everyone else did. He constantly calls me beautiful whether I just rolled out of bed or I actually decided to do my hair and makeup for once. And I am absolutely head over heels in love with him.
I have never found anyone else like him. He'll make me laugh until my sides hurt and I can't breathe. I wake up and go to bed every day with a smile on my face. Whenever someone asks me about him or how our relationship is going, I can feel the blush coming to my face as I smile and talk their ear off all about my favorite subject: Him.
I know you're reading this babe, so I'll just put this here. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for accepting me for who I am. Thank you for being my support system, my cheerleader, and more importantly my best friend. There is no one else I would rather have by my side as I go through this crazy adventure called life. So thank you for showing me how to love again when I thought that love didn't exist. This post is long overdue and probably incredibly sappy, but you deserve every little bit of the sappyness because you are absolutely incredible. I love you. Thank you.
