be loved for who I am

For as balls-to-the-wall brassy as I am in public, you would never guess that I’m a very private person. There are things that I just don’t discuss with anyone.

I realized last week, that beloved knows the private problems and bad habits that I have. He’s seen more of the exposed inner workings than anyone else, and he understands me well enough to know why things are the way they are. He exercises soft guidance, and he accepts that I’m a hopeless mess sometimes.

And he still loves me. I made him a card telling him that last week and he opened it over the phone today. His reaction to it touched me so deeply that I cried.

If you don’t wanna hear about “Girl Things” go away now – this entry is not for you.

Today was the start of the “Uber Period.” I cramp more, I mood swing more – everything bad about that time of the month magnified by seven, and it only happens every third time.

The BF was here today when it started. He witnessed my extreme nuttiness, he petted my hair and read to me while I was waiting for painkillers to kick in, he listened to my frenzied ranting on the phone. He reassured me of my place in life.

He held me and worried about me – He loved me because he knows me, and even though I’m being crazy he likes who I am.

Yeah, I love him, you could say that.

I think I may be in the process of being loved for who I am. But Time is the only thing that can say for sure. A recent conversation:

Me “Thank you for not judging me.”
Him “I do judge you. I just don’t find anything lacking.”