I have blogged about people I am closest to in the past, the ones who I love dearly and know me best. However, it dawns on me, as I sit in the kitchen table, waiting for my boyfriend to come home, that I have not written about him. My Mauricio. I'll admit are relationship didn't have that start that many love stories tend to have. You know the basic story of the boy who meets girl, they have spark, they start dating and soon shortly they are in love and have their happily ever after. No, not for us... but nonetheless- we do have the love part.
I admit, since the first day they introduced me to him at work, I was attracted. I thought he was cute, but now, if you were to tell me then (2 years ago) that I would be madly in love with him I would have laughed out loud. But then is that not the funny thing of life, the unexpected is always creeping up.
One of our first dates
We started, we ended and we started again. The truth was we just could not get enough of each other. I loved him what felt like immediately (past blogs you could read me speaking about "him") and before I knew it, I just didn't ever want to lose him. It is like he just sneaked in when I least expected it but when I most needed it. Now, after a year and half, here I am... in a home I call ours, a bed I share every night and a kitchen I cook for him as often as I can. I love him, from the way he gets ready in the mornings, to the way he gives me his annoyed look when I comment on something he hates. However, most importantly, I love how we laugh together, how he takes care of me and how protected I feel because not only is he mine, but I am his.
Our one year anniversary
Like I once blogged, I had seen a movie (A Bronx Tale) where they mention three great loves in ones life. Well, here is my number three and my hope that he will love me as I love him for the rest of this life.
Enough of the cheesiness guys. Just wanted to share my recent love story and just to mention to never take for granted the one who loves you.
