It's time to get serious, y'all. So far on this little blog of mine, I've kept it light, listing off the doofy yet entirely adorable things Tyler does that make me love him. I'm a firm believer in the little things. But you can't love a person just because of their quirks. There are much more important things. Such as Honesty, Integrity, Loyalty...all those biggies. Tyler possesses all these, and yet I'm not going to talk about those yet. I'm going to focus on something spectacularly selfish:
Tyler loves me for me.
Duh, you say. This is how it's supposed to be, you say. Well you are right. The trick is, I never ever thought I would find anyone who would love me for me. Look, we all have our idiosyncrasies and mannerisms, but mine are weird. Unsexy. Head-scratching. Rest assured that if I were old and rich I would be considered eccentric. Despite all my good qualities (say, I won't pelt your car with eggs if you dump me), I still felt unworthy of love. Oh, I thought I was an entertaining conversationalist, but no one you would want to spend seven days a week with, no one you'd want to make out with after such entertaining conversations. Yes, sadly, this is how I thought until I met Tyler.
Love isn't so blind that Tyler doesn't see my weirdness. He sees It, yes indeed. But he doesn't just see It and ignore It, he likes It. Nay, he loves It. Because It is me. He embraces my weirdness, encourages it. And it feels wonderful. I can be myself. I can dance around, make my loud blasting noises that resemble a laugh, jabber on and on about my skincare routine or the British monarchy. Even if these subjects don't interest him (often), he at least likes the way I do it. Bless him.
And that's the goal, isn't it? We all want someone who loves us for us. Someone we can entirely be ourselves around and not only that, someone who wants us to be ourselves, someone who gets turned on by us being ourselves. It's fantastic. It's the whole point. I'm lucky. So damn lucky.
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