9/26/2010 was the day that I first kissed my love. It was the day that I knew my feelings weren’t silly, and that I wasn’t getting carried away with the excitement of being adored from a distance. See, he lived in Florida and I was here in Utah. We had met on tumblr, moved to texting and phone calls, eventually started skyping, and after months of crazy feelings, he decided to fly out to see me. 9/26/2010 was the day I picked him up from the airport. It’s the day I knew I had found my partner in life.
It doesn’t feel like it’s been two years, it feels like it’s been longer and shorter all at the same time. Our love still feels new; he still takes my breath away, makes me giddy, and showers me with love and affection daily; and yet we know each other completely, there are no secrets, nothing we can’t share.
He has helped me become a better person. He made me feel okay about being me, about the problems I have. He sees me the way I really am and he still loves and accepts me.
Before him, I always felt loved on contingency. If I could just do this, or be that, then I would be worthy.
I’m a lucky lady to have such an amazing, caring, strong, smart, funny, beautiful, and all out amazing man in my life.
I love you, Nestor