I was treated badly in past relationships. I was forced to make do with what and who I had and consequently my idea of “love” was pushed to very low standards. But it’s different with my boyfriend.
You see, I would have been satisfied with him even if he drank his coffee with cream and sugar and didn’t like Moxie. Even if he wasn’t a dual citizen or a geologist. Even if we didn’t have the highest music compatibility possible on Last.fm. Even if he didn’t bring me to see Monet’s waterlilies. Even if he didn’t laugh at my jokes or listen to my stories. Even if he wasn’t strong and cuddly at the same time. Even if his eyes didn’t penetrate into my thoughts. Even if being with him didn’t feel like being the most beautiful landscape in the world. Even if he hadn’t said he was committed to me. Even if he didn’t miss me like hell while on the other side of the country for a month. Even if he didn’t fall asleep wishing I was in his arms. Even if he didn’t love me like I believe he does, I would still love him.
But he does.
And that is what makes our love so much better than I could ever have imagined. Because I get all those things in addition to having the sweetest boyfriend a girl could ever ask for.