I’ve written and rewritten the post about my boyfriend about
ten thousand times, never seeming to be able to get the words right. I’m known
to have a way with words, but when it comes to George, I can’t ever seem to
land on exactly the right ones. Sometimes I wonder if the right words have even
been invented yet.
George and I started dating almost five months ago, on
Valentine’s Day. Before that, I have to admit I crushed on him, and come to
find out, he’s had a crush on me since freshman year. George is five-ten, with
hair that he says is dirty blonde, but so far, I’ve only seen brown, and hazel
eyes that I think are gorgeous but which he finds unremarkable. We’ve agreed to
disagree on that. He also has a beautiful smile and gives amazing hugs. Despite
the fact that I find George’s looks attractive, and always have, what I find
that I love most about George are the things that make him who he is.
I’ve always known George was intelligent, but what I didn’t
know until I got to know him well is that there’s more to it than that. His
mind works in an incredible way which is both creative and analytical. He
thinks in a manner unlike anyone I’ve ever met, and it keeps me on my toes,
which I love. Besides that, underneath the exterior he presents to the world,
George has the most beautiful spirit of anyone I’ve ever known. He’s kind and
gentle, with a fierce protective side that I adore. George loves deeply and
endlessly. He is a kind heart and a beautiful mind and a gentle spirit, and I
love all of those things about him.
If you had asked me three years ago when we first met if I
would be dating him now, I would never have dreamed of saying yes. The idea
would have seemed beyond the scope of reality. Now, five months into the best
relationship I’ve ever had, I don’t think it would be possible for me to be
happier. George and I have had our relationship put to the test, there’s no question
about that. But being with George is like being at home, like everything has
been lined up the way it was intended. He’s one of the most frustrating and
difficult people on the planet. He’s stubborn and when he gets an idea in his
head, that’s simply the way it is. He procrastinates and ends up doing
assignments that are due at 11:55 somewhere around 11:30, but has this
infuriating yet impressive way of making an A anyway.
But even as he spends
an hour refusing to reply with anything more than one-word answers, he still
manages to be one of the sweetest and most caring individuals I’ve ever known. The
first migraine I had after we started dating, he called and said absolutely
nothing for a while on the phone so that I could be in the quiet. When we had
to be apart for spring break, he wrote a letter to me (after discarding an
unknown number of drafts) so that I could read it through the week. He switched
my stuffed cat for his Star Wars BuildABear, and is never hesitant to
relinquish one of his shirts or jackets, even knowing he’ll run out of clothes
if he keeps giving them to me. He never hesitates to share things with me, even
food, which is impressive considering he loves food nearly as much as he loves
me. (Maybe more than me, but we don’t talk about that.) He’s the kind of person
who will do anything to make life better for the people they care about. I have
no doubt that he would lay down his life for me in an instant, with no hesitation.
George has brought countless blessings into my life, from
laughter to comfort to the simple joy of being with someone so incredible. I
always wondered what it would be like to be with the right person, how that
would feel and how I would know if it was right. Being with George has answered
those questions for me. Having him in my home, comfortable and finding joy in
things as simple as doing the dishes, or being in his home, where I found
myself just as comfortable, just being a part of each other’s lives, has
brought me a kind of contentment that I can’t even begin to express. Sharing in
happy and sad days has brought us closer and I’m grateful. I’m grateful for his
tolerance and strength, his protectiveness and his laughter, his ability to
turn my day around, to keep me calm, and to share in my struggles, to take up
the place beside me and make my issues his own, to take a stand with me
regardless of my reasoning, just because it means that much to me. I’m grateful
for the way he came into my life, his constant presence, and the comfort that I
get from knowing he’s always there. But most of all, I’m grateful for his love,
which is unconditional and endless.
If there was one thing I would want the world to know about
George, it would be that he is easily the most loving and gentle person I’ve
ever had the privilege of knowing. He’s more than what he puts out there for
the world to see, and the continuing process of uncovering the layers that make
him the person that he is has been, and continues to be, one of my greatest
joys. I am blessed to call him mine.
Genius, I’ll love you ‘till
the sun dies.
