Let me tell you about this kid.
I swear he’s a dreamboat. After feeling the love I have for this kid, I know I can’t go back to the life I had.
I have always been the girl that said “Nope! No way in hell am I ever leaving the mitten.” Michigan is my home… I couldn’t imagine not being here. I thought it was crazy when girls decided to leave their lives behind for “some boy.” Well, now I’m deciding to throw caution to the wind and travel across the Atlantic to be with someone, but let me assure you, he’s not just some boy. He’s my guy. He’s my man.
He makes me want to be me. He makes me smile so much my cheeks hurt. I want to learn Finnish to talk to his family and hear stories about his childhood. I want to do it all for him. I swear… Man, I’ve never been so head-over-heels. I’ve always been like “eh, he’s cool I guess,” but with this fella there’s no denying the love I feel.
I’ve never had anything this easy. I’ve always had to fight to love someone, but I right now I’m trying to keep my heart from being completely ripped out of my chest and pulled to Finland. He’s magnetic, that guy is, and my heart is being pulled to him. I’m not testing the waters this time, I’m diving in head first and begging that the shock will wake me up and make me feel even more alive. I don’t want a life vest with him. I just want him.
He’s a person I wasn’t expecting. I really wasn’t. Man, I didn’t plan on being so damn mushy, but holy hell, I am. I’ve always been a romantic, I’ll admit it, but with him I’m not romanticizing things I’m just feeling them. With him there aren’t any holes to patch or any safety nets needed. With him I just feel it. I don’t have to force it. It’s easy. Even the days when we’re all sassy sasquatches, it’s still so damn easy.
Loving him is natural. Loving him is all I could want. He’s that artsy-fartsy brainiac who has captured me with his thoughts, his ideas, his opinions. He apologizes for “rambling” but I love it. I love listening to him talk about literally anything and everything. He’s the kind of guy that I would love to live the simple life with. Don’t worry babe, you bring home the bacon and I’ll fry it up in the pan. Teamwork, right?
I’ll gladly be your girl for the rest of my days.
P.S. I could keep going, but if my employers find this, I want them to have an ounce of respect for me, so I’ll cut it short. I love you.