Dear Ladies and Gents and so on and so forth,
I am scared. In fact I'm damn near petrified. I am starting a brand new life with one of my oldest friends. I love him dearly, always have in fact. I am leaving a city I have lived in for the last 12 years of my life for this man. I mentioned previously that I go into change kicking and screaming. Not this time, this time my heart is frantic until I contemplate my surroundings, then it becomes calm again. I love him. This is a fact.
   I have all but settled in to a domestic setting. Cooking, cleaning, organizing. On Monday I will start my new job and in the next couple months, I will be moved out of my old city completely.
   I recall watching the lights of my old city appear over the horizon one night when I came there the first time.  That was 15 years ago. You know that song Small Town Girl/Don't Stop Believing/Midnight Train by Journey? Yeah, that's what I was. The lights of the city awed me and from there I knew nothing could possibly go terribly wrong.
   I was wrong. My years in my old city were painful, unsatisfying and unfulfilling. I never gained a career, a permanent family or any of these things that people either lament or are very happy in. I was always a shadow, flitting from situation to situation in an effort to hold a part of that starry sky in my hand. There were moments where I could grasp it and for those moments, I would hold on to them like a last breath of air. That is why I stayed so long.
  As my love and I were taking the first load out to my home, I watched the lights of the old city slowly disappear behind me and breathed a sigh of relief. No longer do I have to try. I can now maintain a sense of anonymity and hermitism while still leading a life I would like to lead. That being said, I want to try and grow with him. I want there to be nothing lacking in both our lives and I have the power to do such things.
   For anyone reading this from the old city, thank you for the part you played in my life and I can only hope that I somehow made yours a tiny bit better. I love all of you in different ways and will continue to do so.

This is possibly going to be one of the sappiest blogs I've ever written. I name it, "Why I love my boyfriend."

1) He is strong and manly.
2)We think uncannily similar.
3) When I look into his eyes, I feel the physical world slipping away and something ethereal surround me.
4) He accepts things that go bump in the night, as I occasionally do.
5) There is nothing I wouldn't do for him.
6) He is taller than me.
7) He lets me smoke in the house.
8) He's letting me get a kitten.
9) He thinks I'm beautiful.
10) He brings me bouquets of chocolate.
11) He makes me feel small when he holds me.
12) He's my best friend.
13) 15 years didn't matter except in the ways of lost time.
14) He likes my bandanas.
15) We like to blow stuff up.
16) He likes my music cause it's his music too.
17) He's so hot.
18) He lets me nest.
19) He brings reasoning to my world.
20) He doesn't judge me.
21) He tells me I stink pretty.
22) He wears leather and camo. That's hot.
23) He's the toughest guy I know.
24) He makes me feel like a woman.
25) He lets me make him stuff.
26) It's not hard to love him.

I love you.