For Him..

I've been trying for the last few days to write something that equalled an appropriate romantic feeling to reflect today and the love I have for the Boyfriend. I know Valentine's Day is a Hallmark holiday - but I don't buy into the marketing. I simply love love. Yup, I'm one of those girls. I just don't see anything wrong with having an international day of celebrating it.

And this man.. ahh.. overwhelms me still when I spend any significant amount of time thinking how he moves my whole world.  It took a while, but we've found we do have our issues. I know.. big shock. It can't stay movie love forever.. but that feeling sure lingers in the memories.

Now we're something a lot more real. The love between us is more a fact than a feeling and oddly, that's so comforting. I mean, it's still a feeling of course. Anyone who's seen that boy look at me sees what I see.. it's sparkly, that magic. And tho sometimes I still can't believe I'm the recipient of that specific look, I strive to become that person who never takes it for granted and always shows him how much I love him in return. He called us a good work in progress.

He makes me smarter, makes me laugh. He makes me feel beautiful in moments I'm so not. But then suddenly I just am because he said so. He tells me things will be ok when they're so not just because he knows I need to hear it. He listens when I talk, tho he hates talking, but he's coming around.. and he hears me, sees my perspective and then tries to meet me halfway. He's the person everyone listens to when he walks in a room. He's driven, challenged, and one of the hardest-working people I know. He never gets mad.. ever. He's admirable. He's dorky, sweet and amazingly talented. He thinks I'm cute and that my feet are too. He loves my family, friends.. and me. He loves my heart, he says. He's a gift. He's the love of my life. 

Somebody Loved
by The Weepies

Rain turns the sand into mud
Wind turns the trees into bone
Stars turning high up above
You turn me into somebody loved

Nights when the heat had gone out
We danced together alone
Cold turned our breath into clouds
We never said what we were dreaming of
But you turned me into somebody loved

Someday when we're old and worn
Like two softened shoes
I will wonder on how I was born
The night I first ran away from you

Now my feet turn the corner back home
Sun turns the evening to rose
Stars turning high up above
You turn me into, you turn me into
You turn me into somebody loved
Somebody loved, Ooo, somebody loved