My Boyfriend

I've decided that I'm going to write a whole post about my boyfriend because I can.  My blog, my space (not that old social media tool that really started it all and got crushed by Facebook and now really has nothing).

My boyfriend and I met in college.  It was the first week and my new found friend introduced us.  He was really shy and the only guy with us at dinner (there were like five or six girls).  None of the other girls were talking to him and he's not really one to start a conversation with a stranger so I felt bad and started chatting it up.  I talk to everyone.  That's just my personality (which I now know I get from SinginInTheRain, who in another life would be a cab driver because he loves talking to strangers).  Anyway, we hit it off, and became fast friends.  We started hanging out every night until the wee hours of the morning, and eventually he asked me out.

We started dating, the first major relationship for either of us.  Things went really well for the rest of the year until we hit summertime.  Then my adoptee abandonment complex struck and I started to push him away.  We fought constantly over the summer because we were living three hours away from each other.  It was a huge change for us because we were used to seeing each other every single day.  We moved back to campus and ended up in the same dorm.  What a mistake that was.  From fighting all summer, we went back to spending 24/7 with each other and I'm surprised one of us isn't dead.  We nearly broke up a few times, stuck it out, and got past it.  We learned our lesson about not giving each other space to breath, and I started to learn that no matter how hard I pushed, this guy wasn't going to leave me like others had in my life.

I've had a lot of friends leave me.  I've pushed and they've run.  The only people who have stuck around are my adoptive family, and that's because I've never really pushed them.  So for someone that I wasn't related to to stick around was a huge thing for me.  It was big and that's when I knew that he really loved me.  After one really stupid fight, I remember thinking, wow, he loves me and I love him and the rest of this stuff is just fluff.  Whatever.

We're back to living three hours away from each other.  And this is going to be a much longer stretch.  He's stuck in CT for three years working, and I'm stuck in MA for who knows how long taking care of my mother.  Then I have to get a job and it will be the same thing for me.  Somehow though, I know we'll find a way to make it work.  He's my other half, and he's not going anywhere.  Plus, he answers his cell phone at 4am because I'm crying over something stupid that NeverTooLate wrote or I'm freaking out about SinginInTheRain.  So he's a keeper in my book ;-)

He does however need a name for this blog.  I need suggestions...