It takes some time of being marginally happy to recognize the value of being truly happy. I mean I've been doing well, have a great job, a fabulous family, and every right to be content. But there was something missing, and I knew it was missing.
After many failed attempts, I have finally found someone that appears to be above reproach. He's sweet, and makes me feel like a million bucks. He isn't all about the booty, and has the utmost respect for me and my family. Even though things are really new - I see a substance with this man. He's a man of few words, a manly man, the kind that doesn't talk about how he feels all the time. But nonetheless, I can absolutely see how he feels about me. It's not just in the flowers, CDs and/or chocolates that he unfailingly presents to me each time I see him, it's somewhere in his eyes. As though I may as well be the centre of his universe. I'm not just a pretty face to him, I'm a person, someone that he wants to spend all his time with, even if we're just sitting on the couch watching TV. Even if that was ALL we ever did.
Ok, so the point, which I knew I would get there eventually, is that for the first time in a long time I am truly happy. There is not a single thing that I would change about what's going on right now. I wake up and I feel happiness. My soul is not continuously lamenting the void that used to be in it. And more importantly and perhaps for the first time in my life, I feel as though I've earned this happiness, and maybe, just maybe it may stay awhile.
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