For reals, you guys. Two years ago I was SO happy to be in a relationship that I knew was a dead end. In fact, I sought out men based on their never-getting-hitched appeal. Enter this guy. He drives me bat shit crazy. He makes me want to pull out my hair and scream out at the top of my lungs. And he makes me the happiest effing lady on the planet. He gets me and I get him and we drive each other NUTS but he is my person. And I never thought I'd have a male-marry me-stuck with this guy for life sort of person. I wanted to die single. I loved being single and free and independent. Until this guy. I guess that's love. You don't know how great it is until it slaps you in the face by the recycle bin and you call your BFF and tell her "I think he's my Jason"...
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