Sunday, July 10, 2011: Today I’m taking a road trip with Von, my boyfriend of four months. Personally, I do so love a good road trip, and to have his company, please, this is going to be a good one. I love having his attention. He’s an amazing man. He’s adorable, so sweet, interesting, funny, and his kind heart shines through and makes him completely beautiful to me. It’s weird at 40 years old to feel this way. I thought I had been in love before, but now know that I never have. The love I feel for him is so complete. I want to tell him everything. My walls are gone. With him, I don’t guard myself or my heart. I have nothing to hide nor do I want to keep anything from him. No secrets, nothing that is just mine. I can’t stand being away from him. My heart leaps for joy when I get to spend time with him. We laugh together; we share; I’ve cried in his arms. Silence isn’t uncomfortable. It seems perfectly natural to be vulnerable with him. He and I have been acquainted for the majority of our lives. It shocks me that he loves me. Sometimes I’m tempted to look behind me to see if someone like Jennifer Love-Hewitt is standing there. He can’t possibly be looking at me that way. I’m humbled and awed that God has included him in my life. Part of me feels like he can do better, like I don’t deserve him. Yet, for whatever crazy they have, neither God nor my boyfriend seem to think that, so I’m going to just go with it. I’m taking every second I can with him. I’m taking every laugh, every smile, and every sweet kiss that comes my way. I’m taking any attention he rains down on me. I know I am blessed. I am truly blessed.
The road trip was a blast, by the way. I think I’d ride shot gun with him anywhere. :)
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