I Love My Boyfriend
[b]This is about to be really mushy, but I'm more of writing this for me. [/b]
I am likely obsessed with my partner and its quite apparent among my friends. Hes the first thing I talk about whenever I come home and the first thing I think about in the mornings. Even, the other night I was tipsy at the concert and every time he left I would tell my sister how much I adored him.
I deal with PTSD, depression, and anxiety ,but I'm doing my best to overcome them and have an amazing life.
The other weekend we were late for a wedding and my anxiety made it nearly impossible for me to go inside. I felt so bad because he got all dressed up and even drove me to a wedding to end up not going in at all. I kept apologizing for being the way I am and he held me and I told me that he loved me as I am. We ditched the wedding and built a fire in the woods (safely) and smoked cigars while looking at the stars. Thanks to our equal love of adventure, fire, and cigars.
One weekend I spent at his house and I had pulled a 15 hour shift between two jobs on a Saturday and had to wake up early for an 8 hour shift the next day. He made sure to wake up with me each morning and made me breakfast and stayed up for when I got home.
I've never been loved like this before. Hes so kind and genuine with me. Even if he can't relate to some of my mental issues he tries his best to understand them and support me.
The constant support is amazing to me. He loves listening to me talk about my art and my writing.
Him as a person is so incredibly intuitive and compassionate. Hes even-tempered just like me. He appreciates the unusual things of this world and has such a deep love for music. The other night for the first time I heard his vocals for his band and my heart just swelled.
I am likely obsessed with my partner and its quite apparent among my friends. Hes the first thing I talk about whenever I come home and the first thing I think about in the mornings. Even, the other night I was tipsy at the concert and every time he left I would tell my sister how much I adored him.
I deal with PTSD, depression, and anxiety ,but I'm doing my best to overcome them and have an amazing life.
The other weekend we were late for a wedding and my anxiety made it nearly impossible for me to go inside. I felt so bad because he got all dressed up and even drove me to a wedding to end up not going in at all. I kept apologizing for being the way I am and he held me and I told me that he loved me as I am. We ditched the wedding and built a fire in the woods (safely) and smoked cigars while looking at the stars. Thanks to our equal love of adventure, fire, and cigars.
One weekend I spent at his house and I had pulled a 15 hour shift between two jobs on a Saturday and had to wake up early for an 8 hour shift the next day. He made sure to wake up with me each morning and made me breakfast and stayed up for when I got home.
I've never been loved like this before. Hes so kind and genuine with me. Even if he can't relate to some of my mental issues he tries his best to understand them and support me.
The constant support is amazing to me. He loves listening to me talk about my art and my writing.
Him as a person is so incredibly intuitive and compassionate. Hes even-tempered just like me. He appreciates the unusual things of this world and has such a deep love for music. The other night for the first time I heard his vocals for his band and my heart just swelled.
26-30, F
