Oh my love

I know. 

I been blogging way too much about my relationship lately.

And I'm sorry.

But I can't quite help it.

We just reached our second anniversary. 

Yes, we been together for two years.

It sounds like a long time, doesn't it?

When I think about my relationship, all I can say is that we are interesting and slightly different.

Because no, we aren't the cute adorable, can't get keep our hands off each other couple. 

We are more of the best friend and partner in crime sort of relationship. 

And I think it's crazy how he's such a great guy.

Not that he doesn't have flaws. He totally does.

It's crazy how he was committed from day 1.

And when I asked why. 

He said that I felt serious and real.

And I never quite understood it.

But it's because of his deep commitment from day 1 that has allowed me to fall so deep without much fear.

I have to say that he taught to me to love.

He showed me what a real relationship was like.

This relationship hasn't been easy for me in the beginning because I was so afraid. 

I would admit that I didn't want to fall too deeply because I didn't want to get hurt.

Most of all, I was worried if he was worth it. 

I would admit that I was rather materialistic and shallow.

I did consider leaving when things got hard. 

I expected things to always be beautiful and rosy.

But that's not real.

Love doesn't work that way.

But I always knew that if I left him, he was the kind of man who I could never get together with ever again if I regretted it. 

That was just something I felt and I was right. He is that kind of man.

But I stayed.

I stayed because he was the most understanding and kind person I have ever met. 

But I also stayed because he was ticking things off lists that I never even knew I had.

He was showing me things I want in a partner that I never knew I wanted until I saw it in him.

Most of all, I know that if I ever need him, he will always be here for me.

Funnily enough, love is never about the grand gestures.

For me, love is always in the little moments.

It's in the bad puns he always tells.

It's in the little rants when he watches a bad movie. 

It's in the times when he would help me do something just because I was too lazy.

And I'm absolutely lucky to have him.