I Love My Girlfriend...

Love, is so complicated. It's a great Litmus Test (Yeah, I took that back to high school Chemistry! Lol.) But it is. Because really loving someone means that you are willing to love through the good and the bad. And to be honest how much bad you're willing to deal with depends on how much you love YOURSELF, but that's another blog.

I believe in my soul that her and I were placed together for reasons far greater than we can concieve. I was meant to be in her life and she was meant to be in mine. I always felt that whomever you decide to share your life with, that person should help make you a better person. And I think that it's a naturally occuring process, you know on some you're the Yin to my Yang, sht.

Sometimes we feel as though our relationship was a prearranged marriage. And that we
just went along with the ceremony. And I hate to get corny, but it's like when you know, you know. So societal timelines, no longer apply. And of course judgement comes with that, but I wouldn't expect anyone to understand. Sht, I barely do!

It's like we were sent to each other to heal each others souls. To make up for each others shortcomings. I feel like we HAD to meet and experience each and bear our offerings. And even if a wall is reached on our earthly relationship, it's irrelevant because we've made footprints on each others hearts and souls.

I feel like she's my sister, my friend, my daughter, my teacher, my mother. I can't explain it. I feel so connected even when I don't want to be. It's like the more I learn about us, the more I learn about me. It's like I'm growing as an individual as we grow as a couple. Like someone squeezed 11 years into 11 months.

This blog isn't on some Romanticism, I didn't even cut that sht on yet, Lol, this is on some it is what it is sht. And actually, I really don't feel like gender is even involved here, it's just naked soul. Hmpf, I may have been her husband in another life (if you believe in that).

Anyway... I Love My Girlfriend...and words don't do it no justice.