Warning: Fluffy toothache ahead

This post was inspired by this song by Tim Minchin.

Firstly, I don't believe in love at first sight. I believe in attraction at first sight. I believe in interest at first conversation. I don't believe in love at first sight. Some people tell me stories of meeting someone and knowing you'll live together for the rest of your life. I am impressed by these people and their knowledge and confidence. I don't have that confidence.

October 9 of this year Boy and I celebrated 7.5 years of living together/dating. Yes, we kind of moved in together as soon as we decided to start dating, after knowing each other for two months, and it has worked so far. Still, I don't claim to know what will happen in 20 years, 10 years, or even tomorrow. I know that I can't picture life without Boy in it. I don't want to experience life without Boy in it. I won't stop living without him, but I will be destroyed without him.

We piss each other off. We argue and we have amazing make-up sex. We snap at each and we cuddle and we bitch at each other about who does the laundry and the dishes and the vacuuming. Life is far from perfect, but you know what? I don't want any other kind of life.

A couple of years ago, I didn't think we would celebrate our fifth anniversary. My mind was a shambles, my insides were as dead as I could imagine, and every breath he took pissed me right off.
Then he went off to study Network Engineering and was home for only a week each month. I felt like a part of me had been amputated and the phantom pain was driving me loopy. I have never missed anything as much as I missed him. Sure, we he got home again, it was a hard transition. For a year, I had only taken care of myself. I had done whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted, and now there were two of us.

In March of this year I hit The Wall. I don't think I could have made it without extended hospitalization if he hadn't been there for me. It's now, when my mind is healing and my nerves are no longer exposed that I can finally appreciate what he means to me. I feel like I'm back at those first lovey-dovey months again and it's amazing.

OK, I've caused enough toothache and cringing for now. You can forget ever reading this, if you want.