After all, how could there be only one person in the whole world to be your perfect match? Are we really all born as partial people, doomed to wander the world trying to find the one to make ourselves whole? That's crazy. Who would believe nonsense like that?
I think I'm starting to believe. I'm starting to think Forest is THE ONE.
Isn't that just a little scary? What's scarier is that it doesn't scare me in the least, as a matter of fact, I'm happy about it!!
Saturday night he drove me to Ann Arbor at midnight just so I could see the Princess Bride playing at the State Theater. Already this is a very cool thing, since Princess Bride is one of my favorite movies of all time, and I had always regretted not seeing it in a theatre when it came out. Rarely have I found another person who might be willing to drive an hour away in the middle of the night to take me to a movie we have both seen a million times. As we sat there in the dark, for the first time I noticed how he holds my hand. He doesn't just hold on to it, he cradles it, very delicately, as though it were a fragile and precious thing. He doesn't forget about it, either. He kisses it once in a while, squeezes it, and occasionally pets it. Moreover, every now and then for no reason at all, he leans over and gives me a kiss on the cheek. Once in a while when I look at him, his eyes aren't on the screen, because he's looking at me, with that odd little smile on his face, the smile that only seems to happen our eyes meet.
This was the single most romantic movie-going experience I have ever had. I had a wonderful time.
Of course this isn't the only thing leading me to start believing in some mythical predestined sort of relation. There's just this feeling, somewhere in my soul that he "fits". He feels so familiar and so right that I forget he wasn't always here, even though I only recently met him; I feel like I'm at home when we're together, no matter where we are. It's not that we're exactly the same person, although we agree on a lot of things, but we aren't polar opposites, either. We just seem to complement each other.
He knows what I need from him before I ask. I know what he's going to do before he does it. We both know what the other is thinking without speech, although we both enjoy talking together that we do it all the time anyway. Today he asked me "how do you get to that one place?" and I knew exactly what he meant and gave him directions.
And despite of all that non-speaking communication, he encourages me to talk to him about everything I think and feel, and he actually does the same. It's completely a balanced relationship, which is far too wonderful for me to take for granted.
Best of all, it's impossible for me to lie to him. Even little-whites. He just knows better. I tried again the other night to be a good girlfriend and say "No, it doesn't bother me, go on out with your friends," omitting the part where I was really depressed to be spending another night at home alone. He turned around and kissed me, looked me in the eye and said "Hon, it does too bother you. I'll go spend more time with them when we're both ready for that." He actually knows when I mean something and when I'm just trying to be polite. More and more I'm learning not to even bother with it, and am just telling him my true feelings on things. I'm not going to be able to trash this relationship in the way that I have ruined the ones in my past!
Of course I have already gushed about our physical compatibilities, how he holds me just enough and so on.
But get this. He feels the same crazy way about food that I do. I've never met anyone else who viewed it so dispassionately. I only eat when I'm hungry, and usually don't care what it is, as long as it fills me up just enough. He's the same way. We just pick restaurants at random, since neither one of us cares.
He also knew how I feel about water and why I love to swim, so that while I was explaining it he was eagerly finishing my sentences. This is alien to most people, but he shares my view on it.
We like the same books, although we both have new authors to introduce to each other. We listen to the same music, and believe me, it's really strange to find someone whose musical tastes so closely approximate my own, because there is a pretty eclectic mix of things I enjoy.
Another spooky thing is that we know a lot of the same people. Our primary groups of friends are different, but when you get to the second degree of seperation, it's amazing how many people we have in common.
He plays RPGs, and his friends are frighteningly similar to my own in their ways of speaking, their hobbies, and group dynamics.
We both know how to bake but neither one of us knows how to cook! We like the same types of soda, both love raspberries, and have such similar taste in clothes that my wardrobe (except the skirts of course) is indistinguishable from his. We love moonlit walks, martial arts, and horseplay. We've spent equal time getting to know each other's families by coincidence, not by plan... and our families have remarkably been quite open to the possibilities of our being together. They've actually both made an effort to make the new person feel at home, and to get to know them. This is fairly miraculous, since Forest's family generally doesn't pay much attention to who he's dating, and since my family makes it a practice to never approve of my dating in the first place.
The coolest thing in the world?
Most mornings he doesn't have to work until 11 AM, but he gets up at 7 AM anyway, just so that he can spend time with me in the morning. Isn't that absolutely adorable?
He says he would do anything for me, and I believe him, completely. I would do as much for him.
So, have I made everyone sick yet? This was a lot of gushing. I'm just feeling really good about this, and enjoying a bit of a dreamy mood today. If you want reality and not dreamy stuff, you can read this. It should be neutral enough to calm you down.
