I started writing this nearly nine months ago. Things have changed considerably since then. That said, this one took a turn I did not expect, but a turn I seriously hoped for when I got the notion to write it out.
I've fallen for a nice guy, maybe for the first time ever. And he's the single greatest, kindest and most interesting man I've met in a very, very long time. If not ever.
I fell for him a little out of nowhere. One second I was the token single girl who was adamantly and happily independent, the next I had fallen head over heels for this guy who made me laugh and was a little bit awkward and incredibly cool all at the same time.
Not only that, but he was sweet in the most sincere way. He remembered things about me that I hadn't even realized I had told him. He swept me off my feet without needing to pull any tricks from a playbook. He didn't drop any lines or make any attempted smooth moves. He had no romantic agenda. He was simply himself in the most honest way and I couldn't help but find that refreshing.
He intrigued me with his eccentricities. He floored me with his candor. He wooed me with his humility. He comforted me with his earnestness.
He was passionate about music, books, and art in such a purist way. He shared my appreciation for the vintage, timeless, and quaint. He had a spirit that drew me in and made me feel effortlessly and instantly connected. He had a presence that calmed my near constant anxiety. He was simple in the most attractive way, but also fiercely interesting. He was a book I couldn't stop reading.
And he still is. After eight months (and then some... And, yes, I realize that isn't very long at all) of having the great blessing of being able to call him mine, he is still all of these things and so very much more. His kindness and pure adoration for me fill my world with so much love and disgustingly blissful joy daily. His presence calms and comforts me more than anything I've ever experienced.
He knows that I'm messy, erratic, chronically anxious, insecure, and made of 100% chaos and he still loves and accepts me for all of those things. He never suppresses an opportunity to tell me that he thinks I'm beautiful, especially when I'm barefaced and wild haired. He tells me that I'm impressive and smart and talented and admirable, even when I feel as though I am the complete opposite of all of these things.
He melts into my world so perfectly. He likes my crazy, sometimes dysfunctional, but oh-so-fun family. And they really like him, too. I adore his parents and can play with the boys (at least, I've been able to keep up, so far). We've spent time with each other's friends and have yet to find any real speed bumps in that department. And (I never in a million years thought I would ever find myself saying this) I love his cat, and she seems to be a pretty big fan of me, too. And if you know this man of mine, you know how big of a deal this is.
He's a perfect gentleman, a brilliant musician, a hyper-supportive ally, a steadfast confidant, a reliable copilot, a diligent sous chef. But most of all, he's a faithful partner.
My life is fuller and brighter and more exciting because he's a part of it. He has, without even trying I'm sure, brought out the most lively and vibrant parts of me. He draws out the things that make me feel the most alive. I don't know how, but he does it. And I'm so glad he has because I have never felt more myself and more comfortable and uninhibited being as such. Furthermore, he makes me a better person, by osmosis it seems. His utter concern and consideration for others inspires and challenges me to alter my own attitude toward the people around me. And that's something I desperately need.
He's not perfect and neither am I. We understand that neither of us will ever be perfect and we will have our own quirks and rough edges. But we know that those are beautiful, too. And, so far, he's done an unbelievable job of loving all of my insufferable flaws.
When I stop to realize this—all of this—it blows me away and I can't help but think how insanely glad I am that I was finally smart enough to fall for the nice guy.
I don't know where this is going or how things will play out. All I know is this man stole my heart and I'm obsessed with loving him. This is one book I don't ever want to put down.
So, if I can offer any piece of advice, it's this: Fall for the nice guy. He'll love you better than anyone ever could.
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