L-O-V-E :::viewer discresion is advised

And for those of you who are still reading this despite the title, just don't say I didn't warn you.

I am so utterly in love. It's the grandest feeling on this tiny Earth, the grandest in the neverending universe. I love love.

The Boyfriend called the night before last at 2:30 in the morning. I was fighting for sleep while my cats were gallivanting around in my room, knocking over anything they could get their paws on. Just seconds before the phone rang, the thought came to mind to call him, but I figured I shouldn't because I didn't want to wake him if he was asleep.

We talked till it started to get light outside and figured we should catch some rest. His reasoning for calling me so late was that he felt lonely and felt bad that he hadn't been calling me much. His job at the store now seems almost a burden to him, though it pays rather well.

During our conversation we talked about all the sweet nothings we always do. He read me some of the things he wrote. He's a beautiful writer and I'm envious of him because of it. Then he told me to listen to something and tell him if it sounded familiar. He then read me a very long passage that indeed I did remember. I cried because it was one of the things he wrote to me during the long period of darkness he saw me through. It is a beautiful piece, even more beautiful when he read it and stirred up the memories of that time.

I've been doing a lot of happy crying of late. All because of things he says or does. I still am in complete awe of our relationship and the sole fact that we finally have a relationship. It's beyond me how it all finally worked out after almost a year of simply entertaining the idea of it. He was my best friend, the best girlfriend a girl could have. And all of this is still true, only adding in the fact that we can have the privilege of letting everyone know we're together. Indeed he does do that. Every time I'm with him when we meet someone new, he shows me off and is so proud of the fact that we no longer have to hide what we feel for each other.

All these words, all these sentences, and I still haven't a clue how to explain it. I have the kind of relationship, the depth of love, that I used to gag at. When I was so mad at everything for not letting me experience that. But I suppose I have been repaid. In the most brilliant way possible.

Now, for those who have lasted this long, I congratulate you for not projectile vomiting all over your screen. I've been at the point where I'd not like to read of this type of thing, so I know what it's like. Thank you for staying with me this long.

In other news:

Today is one of my friend's due date for her baby.

And I found out one of my closest friends may be pregnant.

Get rid of one and earn one back, I suppose.