As I write this, I am looking at my boyfriend, asleep wrapped in my purple fleece blanket (covered in smiling monkeys to boot). It has been a rough couple of weeks and I like that I have this man to depend on. Even when he freaks out, even when we fight. I love this man. Sappy as that is, and I haven't ever shared that with you in this blog before. When I am freaking out he is always there to tell me to stop it. Lol! I know that sounds really not helpful, but it is.
He's a neat freak, a germaphobe, and sort of blunt. I am a bit of a slob, germs don't even phase me... and I am passive-aggressive. But we aren't all that different. He just finished his degree in history, which will be what I graduate with when I am all done. I want to make my mark on the world, he wants to work for a not profit focusing on children. We both act, we both love to game, and more and more.
When I look ahead of me, I see a number of uncertainties about money and school and life in general. But I see him in it. All the time telling me that I am smarter than he is (although he believes this, it's not true) and cheering me on.
And most of all, sleeping with my monkey blanket.
GGC
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