LOVE is an action word. It's not just about sentiment or chemistry or the fact you want to take them to bed. It's about being there. It's about support. It's about trust. Yah the bedroom part is in there.
Some girl is trying to steal my boyfriend and I'm not worried. The girl who wanted to steal my husband got him. I lost my I thought "the one" to someone else. This girl now - she's hot, yes. Hotter than me. Younger, prettier. Totally slutty.
I know though that every night he's coming here. To my dog and cat and me. Our little family. I know I'm smarter than her and I know I can love him better. So I'm not worried.
Jay's been around long enough to hold my hand through endless cry sessions about my completely messed up half of the family, through a couple of hospital visits where I almost died and it was messy. As in he'd have to figure out what to do with the body.
Through me leaving Toronto to go home and sending me care packages.
But when someone really loves you, you get through the messy parts and get on to just being good. We are great and I'm really happy. He supports all my stupid ideas like doing an MBA or going out to buy him a bottle of wine and coming home with a kitten. And that girl? Sorry kiddo, this one is taken.
He doesn't idealize what we have. He knows what he's in for. Just a fucked up girl trying to find my own peace of mind. He's okay with that. When you know, you know. I know he's the one.
Sullivan out.
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