I used a four letter word this weekend and it was a totally new one for me.
Honestly, I knew I wanted to say it for awhile now. I just didn't want to be the first to say it! Things didn't quite go that way...
Since I'm in New Orleans for my birthday, TDH took me out on Saturday to celebrate before I left. I got a call at 10:30 a.m. saying that he was going to be taking me to "every bar in Wrigley." My response? "All I've eaten today is a peach!" Needless to say, things got messy. Oh, and in the middle of this, my ridiculously gorgeous boyfriend took me to a Cubs game. Le sigh!
What happened that day:
- I inhaled a piece of pizza
- Then, I stole piece of his pizza and inhaled it as well
- I got lost in some gigantic Wrigley mega-bar
- I fell up the stairs into my apartment
- I told my boyfriend that I love him.
That, chickadees, is called charm.
I said: "I'm pretty sure I'm in love with you. You don't have to say anything right now, but just know that." I wasn't scared. I was confident that he was there too. It was just kinda beautiful.
And honestly, it was a huge relief to say.
Saying "I love you" really means something and I have never been someone to use it lightly. To really be in love is a deep, deep thing and I don't believe that it ever really goes away. (I am still in love with Taylor Hanson!)
Love means recognizing that someone is not perfect, realizing that you are going to have to accept exactly what you see and wanting them that much more. I'm pretty sure real, true, honest, blind love only happens once. Is that what this is? Only time will tell. Wish me luck.
What I can tell you is that I can't stop saying it....and I really love to hear it.