...I'm A Part Of You Indefinitely.
After reading India's blog entry the other day, I began to think a lot about my B.D. I can not even began to count the moments and tears I have spent wishing I didn't love him anymore. Now, going on two years, I still haven't fallen out of love with him. Over time, I realized that I really didn't want to. I bet if I even had the will, I would fail to ever stop loving him completely. We have such a strong connection. It's one of the realest things I have ever felt. I love him and always will. Doesn't mean I want/need to get back with him. We have a lot of things to work through before I would even contemplate the thought. It's just, I'm finally at a point where I can openly admit my feelings for him, without feeling guilty/stupid/angry/etc.
This was taken over the past summer. He caught me making faces at him.
I wish I had a better picture of us to post, but I don't from this computer. Eh.
As part of our occasional check-in routine, I called him yesterday. Asked the usual: "How are you?" "What you been up to?". Then without a second thought I said, "You know I love you right." He replied, "Yeah, I love you too." Then he went on to say, "We may love each other too much." I couldn't agree more. Haha. Eh, thats my twisted love-life, but it's mine and I've grown to accept and love it. Now, I feel I can really move on...