And so, it happened. I fell in love. I am in love. Unlike playing in a band or having abs like Gwen Stefani’s, falling in love wasn’t one of my top goals for this year (or any year, for that matter!). I have given up all hope of once again being mesmerized by a man’s eyes or walking along the beach while holding hands with someone with an XY-chromosome. Clearly, falling in love again was at the bottom of my priorities list.
I guess it’s true what people say- that love comes when you least expect it. Like paparazzi waiting at your doorstep at 5am, love has a tendency to catch you unawares.
He came at the right time. It wasn’t love at first sight for us, but we grew on each other. The feelings blossomed like flowers in the spring. Our story may not be worthy of a Meg Ryan flick, but it’s still special and real.
I like that he totally gets me. We connect like stars in a constellation. If there’s one thing I don’t like, it’s that he makes me corny and cheesy like this. I was never a poet, but given this surge of inspiration, I just might come up with a smashing sonnet.
This Pepper has finally found her Salt.
