The short version

Some things you just know. It’s just a feeling. A sense. A…..rightness. And you don’t have facts to back it up. You don’t need them.

When The Boy and I met…..it was a different time and he and I were both in different places. I mean, they were the same places, but we didn’t know at first how much the same they really were. It was at work, and there is a certain level of professionalism when you first start working somewhere. You meet people, you say the right and appropriate things, and you learn. You learn the job and the office culture and the who’s who, and how things work. And through this, I learned about him. About his personality and the way he is, himself. And I learned more about his life. And in turn, he learned more about mine. And there were jokes, and perhaps speculations, and some teasing. And on the part of him and me, some flirting. And it was fun. But he was taken, and so was I, and it was all just joking around….right?

And as time went on, and we became better friends, inside and outside of work, and we learned more about each other, and our respective relationships were tumbling downhill……the dynamic changed. And the flirting, for me, went from ‘just for fun’, to ‘I wonder what he’s thinking’. Not that I would have ever asked........but I wondered.

More time….more talks….more hugs……more moments. We both went from relationships to single-dom, and work was no longer an issue. And, it was mentioned to me, by a mutual friend, and I laughed and shrugged it off, because surely he’s not thinking that? No….we’re too good of friends and I would never want to lose that. But it didn’t go away. And a few, short hours later…….

That first kiss, and it felt right. It felt like I was where I was supposed to be. I now belonged, as much as any one person can, to the one I was supposed to belong to.

And now. Three years later. It’s gone so fast, and I don’t know how I got so lucky. I always wondered how she couldn’t see and accept him for who he is. But then, mine couldn’t see me for me and just love and accept me for that instead of always making it a challenge, a fight. And now I finally have someone who does see me, and know me, and accept me, and love me for who I really am. There is no more fighting, no more walking on eggshells, just someone who is the perfect fit for me.