I remember when I first wrote about Beau becoming my boyfriend.
I fought tooth and nail against being in a long-distance relationship. I wanted to be single, damn it! Spend time focusing on me! Explore my blossoming sexuality that I had suppressed for so long in the face of southern conservatism.
But I couldn't help it. I knew there was something wrong with me when I stopped wanting to make out with other people, a feeling I discovered after our first skype date, ten days after I had said good-bye to him my last night in the Midwest. We started talking more and more and more until I realized I was falling in love with him. A few weeks later, he asked me to be his girlfriend, and, as they say, the rest is history.
I sometimes still feeling like the teenage girl who had never been kissed and who had never had a boyfriend. It's hard for me to believe that I actually found someone who loves me as much as I love him.
I never really believed that I needed a man to complete me. I've always felt like a complete person, but when I was single, I sometimes yearned for something more.
That something more turned out to be unconditional love.
Beau loves me for who I am.
I have Crohn's Disease. I ruin movies by pointing out all the sexist plot points. I sob uncontrollably if I have to talk about being sexually assaulted. I never shut up about France. I'm bisexual. I like to stay up late at night and sleep in the next morning.
I'm far from perfect. I have major flaws.
And yet, despite it all, Beau still loves me.
I am grateful every single day to have found someone who accepts me for who I am. Someone who encourages me to be better, but still be me.
Happy two-year anniversary, my love. ♥