It’s been two years with the absolute angel of my life.
We haven’t fought, ever. He never raised his voice at me once and I know he won’t. He is the funniest, kindest most gentle soul I know despite being a fighter.
He was there at my lowest. He genuinely likes me and adores me. He likes my body, my laugh, how I move, my interests, what I think, how I smell, what I find funny. He has the best memes, he is incredibly gorgeous and is the most athletic person I have ever seen. He can do anything; and he does it with no complaints and without holding it over anyone’s head.
I can’t explain how lucky I am, how our meeting was so chance- how we both froze in absolute awe of one another.
I didn’t know men could be so soft and loving and devoted, so gentle and protective.
The distance is worth it. Learning Bok Mal is worth it.
He makes things, trains, fights, reads, is constantly stoking life into his friend group and family, works hard and though he will deny it he is so smart- I mean he’s a chemistry guy getting his last classes in for the next degree.
Andreas is everything I ever found lovely in a man since I was a girl and I truly lost faith that a man like him existed and was content being shallow with men and never seeking love again and then he appeared all red and gold and warmth.
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