Happiness hit me like a bullet to the back.
I don't even remember the last time I injured myself. For a while I was bulimic, but ever since I started dating my current boyfriend that went down the toilet (no pun intended). Sometimes it really is the people who hold a great amount of significance in our lives who influence us the most, and he is one of the very few "stop and smell the roses" that I have in my life. This must make me sound like a total cheesehead -- haha -- , but I could really care less...I adore him and strive to make him, as well as myself, happy and I'm not ashamed to admit that. He makes me actually want to get up in the morning...that's something that I thought would never happen. He actually understands that fact that whether a girl is 16 or 60; she still has that insecure little girl inside of her. (To all of the fellas out there who understand this, thanks so mucho much for showing such patience.) I think it was his patience and understanding that made me fall for him so quickly, usually everyone who I have encountered is always after something...but not him; he just wants to make me happy. Being with him is different, and I like it. It takes a bit of time to get used to his acts of kindness and affection -- duh -- , only because I've become so adjusted to aggressive men who are oh so amaing at causing damage to my noggin. In due time I'll be able to fully accept what he has to offer, and we can just be that super awesome doting couple. Dote, dote, dote. Read more »
