My love.

As a personal preference, I've always steered as far away from guys shorter than me. Guys younger than me were kind of a weird subject also. I don't know why, but it's how I have been most of my short life. The guy I fell in love with is perfect for me, in almost every way. If I were to write a list of my perfect man, he would fit it 90%. All but the height and age. But, that's the only thing wrong!!!

Everyone makes fun of him because he's short, weighs barely more than 125, and no one takes him seriously. But I think he's amazing. He's really smart, exciting, adventurous, tender, gentle, and he loves listening to my retardedly awkward stoner babble. I sang for him not long after we met, we were still practically strangers. I really sang...all by myself. Just Give Me A Reason by Pink (I hit that high note!) I've had paralyzing stage fright my whole life. And I didn't collapse, or choke up, but my adrenaline did start going. I've accomplished more personal victories in the last 8 months than I have in 9 years!!! All because he makes me feel confident and strong.

People are put in our lives to help us make choices, and to help us find answers. The choices we make are, of course, our own. The people we interact with, though, are there to influence us either one way or another. They teach us who we do and don't want to be. The answers we find won't necessarily be the right ones, either, but they guide us towards who we will become. Whoever says "your past doesn't define you" is full of it. Without your memories, life experiences, fears, dreams, and stories, you wouldn't be you, would you?

I believe he was put in my life to teach me that it's ok to be loved by someone genuinely. To be loved for me, not my body. For my brains, my personality, and my sense of humor. On the other hand, those 2 imperfections teach me tolerance and patience. They teach me how to look beyond the surface and see what's truly on the inside instead of just looking at the wrapping. He has kept me together through some of my hardest times, he is my super glue. I even carry a bottle of super glue in my purse to remind me. I love him more every day. After a while, his size and age became something that made me love him more. Everyone who sees him sees a little man. I see the greatest man I've ever known, with a biggest heart, and the strongest arms. He keeps me safe, loved, and happy.

The right man/woman is supposed to make you feel special, without expecting anything in return. He used to come over to my house after work just to sit in my living room. We would listen to music, smoke weed, and just...stoner babble. He stays up late with me when he has to go to work early because I don't feel good and don't want to stay awake alone. And he offered to take me to the Bahamas so I can clear my head...all without once asking me to be anything but me.