I believe…

Someone once asked a guy if he believes in love.  The guy replies, "Yes, but right now believing in love is like believing in unicorns."

My second post gave you a tiny, little glimpse of who I am.  But tonight you're very lucky because I feel like opening up a part of my heart and sharing it to the world.

I am IN LOVE.

I have loved before, and I have lost those battles.  But this time around, there is no war… no games to play… no need to figure out my next move… no need to fight whatever I'm feeling… there is no battle… just… LOVE.  At its best.  And this time around I feel like it's a victory.  I have never quite felt like this before.  I'm happy.  I'm satisfied.  I'm IN LOVE and everything around me is affected by this amazing feeling.  Once I've allowed to let this feeling take over me, everything became so much better.  The sun shines brighter.  My favorite perfume smells better each time I spray it.  My handwriting looks better.  My hair is softer, silkier, and smoother.  Even water tastes better.  I've learned to handle my problems better too (I don't freak out as much as I used to).  He keeps me SANE.  Slightly Sane.

Who's the lucky guy?  He's a great guy.  He's MY guy, MY man, MY mahal (love).  I've only known him for a little over nine months.  But those nine months that I have known him have been wonderful.  He makes me so happy.  And that's the thing… he doesn't have to try.  He knows how to make me happy.  He knows how to make me smile.  He knows how to make me laugh to the point that I'm in tears.  He understands me.  And I have to admit, I'm not the easiest person to understand.  I can be the most closed, closed book there is or the most open; and it's hard to read between my pages.  But he just gets me, and I don't know how he does it.  But the important thing is… he gets me.  And I get him. We have an incredible connection.

He loves me.  He wants to give me the world.  But what would I do with the world?  He can be very silly.  And he's very intelligent.  I have a thing for smart guys, and when I was little the smart guys I liked always ended up being gay.  But I assure you, my boyfriend is not gay.  I would know.  He's most definitely not.  I love the way he talks to me.  I love the way he looks at me and smiles.  I love the way he listens to my stories, my complaints, and my crazy ideas.  I love the way he surprises me with my favorite flowers.  I love the way he shares his food with me.  I love the way he writes to me about how much he loves me, how much he wants to be with me, how much he loves the way I smell, or just about random things.  I love the way he asks if I'm okay.  I love the way he holds my hand.  I love the way his lips kiss mine.  I love the way he loves me.  I love him.  And it doesn't end there.  I am in love with him.  I am IN LOVE with Ramon Cabrera.

Nothing in the world beats the feeling I get when I'm next to him.  Whether he's holding my hand and we're walking somewhere.  Or as we're laying in bed with his arms around me as my head rests on his shoulder.  Ahh.  It's such a great feeling.  And then he looks at me like he's reading into my eyes, as though there are words written all over them.  Kinda freaky, I know.  But I enjoy that.  lol.  Every time I'm with him, I think to myself, "What can be better than this?"  And each time, I fail to answer my own question.  Maybe nothing is the answer.  And that's a great answer.

I am IN LOVE.  And I'm not afraid to say it. 

Now if believing in love is like believing in unicorns, then I have to say that I do believe in love.  Because Ramon Cabrera… he IS my unicorn.