For the past five and a half months I’ve been single and honestly it’s hard to believe that it’s already been that long. It doesn’t feel that long to be honest–it still feels like it happened just yesterday. But for the past two months I haven’t seen Mark at all, and for almost a month (or more) I haven’t talked to him. Albeit in the beginning it absolutely annoyed me until no end that he wasn’t speaking with me, but right now, I don’t even care.
The past two months I haven’t even cared much that I’ve been single. I haven’t put effort into meeting anyone, or even really sat and thought about the fact that I was single. However, I ended up meeting someone when I least expected it. We’re not dating yet, but it’s just been an amazing time thus far. I’ve been able to talk to this person for hours about everything, and we never had a single dull moment. Our last relationships were nearly the same–they were one-sided with each of us being on that “one side.” We listen to the same music, love the same movies, are obsessed with Halo 3, and so much more.
I think what I found the weirdest, yet pleasingly comfortable was that we sort of share the same kind of connection with someone when we first meet them. I admit that I usually tend to fall hard and fast in the beginning of the relationship, although I never make this aware to the person of my affection. With him, he said that he’s the same. I’ve never met a man that’s really ever talked so much about what he wants in his future, and whether or not he could see me in it.
There’s a lot more I want to say about it, but I think that’s really what I wanted to get off my chest right now. Needless to say I go to bed smiling, wake up smiling, and continue smiling throughout the day. It’s been awhile since I’ve had someone that appreciates every single aspect of me, flaws and all.