|C'mon...I've spared you for months from posts like this...it's high time for another one :P
||[Oct. 12th, 2007|01:27 am]
|||||drunken singing from outside the dorm window...uh-oh.||]|
Ari is just so...beloved. The thought of him makes me overjoyed, and it's easier going through my long, hard days because I know at the end of them all is a hug from him, and with that hug all the cares of the day seem so insignificant. Also, it makes me happy to make him happy...and it's so easy to make him happy too, because I inherently make him as happy as he makes me. Neither of us have stopped being grateful for this, for us, and even when we have disagreements we know by now how to correct them, just as he knows when to tell me I'm doing something really stupid (and vice versa). I also have no problem telling him the truth about things...why lie? He doesn't judge me and he trusts me. We listen to each other, we're comfortable with each other...and yet we still manage to be surprised by one another on a daily basis.
Anyway, it's just so wonderful knowing that I have him and that he makes me feel nearly every day that my head's about to explode from pure joy. Never before him have I had that exact sensation, and I don't see any reason why I can't continue feeling it if I am given the rest of my life with him.
[On a side note...this is what adequate sleep, not setting my alarm clock all week, and plenty of night classes do to me. Nearly 2am and I feel like my day's just starting! Feel sleepy Amanda, please feel sleepy! I have a class at noon tomorrow...that's like the crack of dawn to me now, lol!]