Mind Evaporating Banter

But I'll tell you anyway.

So I always thought that the man I would fall for would be some passionate, soulful philosopher who would share my views on spirituality and encourage my free-spirited nature. Our romance would be intense, wondrous, and an intuitive connectedness would instantly be present.
I think what I wanted was to fall in love with myself. Wow...that could have been catastrophic.
Now....what I have and what I need...they are the same thing. I have Jamie. And our love is wondrous in a calm, peaceful, constant, unfaultering way. It really is amazing. In the past I was plagued by the idea that the aforementioned "dream guy" was necessary for me to be happy. Damn I was wrong.
I am happy and I am happy with Jamie. He treats me better than I ever imagined a man could....better than I ever fealt I deserved. He has seen me through some insanely rough times that most men would have ran from instantaneously.
And just recently I have realized that when I think of him I get the same warm and fuzzy feeling that I get when I think of Jessie or the fam. That whole I need nothing more feeling.
Granted no relationship is perfect....like he gets mad at me if I put my purse on his car because I might scratch it (why the hell does that matter)....he is a republican and therefore cares about money way too much...and we bicker and bicker and bicker. That said I have never tasted anything as sweet as this relationship. I have never fealt this safe....this appreciated....this special.
I can't believe it but I love a stable and mature man who loves me back. Kinda crazy. Funny how life works out.
(plus he's hot so that makes it even better)....i wonder if he reads this shit....hmmmmm