#theresonlyus

Tonight, we went to see the movie 'End of Watch' at our local dollar theater, and the night did not start off well. Assholes behind us in line decided to get feisty and be rude, and Sir and I almost had an incident on our hands. Now, I'm a big girl, I can hold my own in a fight, but Sir is very old fashioned. He got very protective the moment the assholes behind us started to give me lip service, and he would have knocked the son of a bitch clean out if he'd kept it up. Now, the ass behind us was there with his babymomma and little daughter, but if he'd been a REAL man, he'd have had the babymomma and baby go inside while he got the tickets, instead of bitching at me that the baby was freezing and to move up. If this ass wanted to pick a fight, he was going to regret it. Sir is very tough; he went through the local police academy for a spell, and he can ragdoll men twice his size. Sir also used to box, and he's incredibly strong; it's honestly SUCH a turn on.

We get in to watch the movie, and it's INTENSE. It's a gritty cop drama shot like a documentary, and it stars Jake Gyllenhaal, Michael Peña, Anna Kendrick,Frank Grillo, and America Ferrera. IMDB says, "Two young officers are marked for death after confiscating a small cache of money and firearms from the members of a notorious cartel, during a routine traffic stop." It's' SO much more than that, and it's VERY graphic. I don't suggest watching it with the kids; it earns every second of it's R-rating.

Across the aisle from us, this black couple was getting it on. And I mean, he was servicing her quite thoroughly throughout the entire movie.  At one point she had her pants down and he looked like he was mauling her pussy. Normally, I'm ALL for a little movietime lovin', but not during a fucking cop movie! It took all I had not to go break it up, it really did.

The movie ended and Sir took me to Denny's for 'Hobbit food'! I've been so excited to go to Denny's and get Hobbit-themed foods. We got the Radagast's Red Velvet Pancake Puppies. They're delicious, but not really Red Velvet; more like white cake and red food dye. I recommend them!

Sir and I bought each other rings. Really pretty, beautiful rings.

His will be on his doorstep by Christmas Eve day.

...and I'm tearing up listening back at the tracks remembering all our little moments and why these songs are important.

I Won't Give Up - Jason Mraz (whom I've met. Such a lovely young man!)

The Only Exception - Paramore

The Luckiest - Ben Folds (my uncle and new aunt danced to this at their wedding this year)

One and Only - Adele (WE danced to this in my living room)

Arms -Christina Perri

You and I - Ingrid Michealson

You and Me - Pickin' On Bluegrass Covers of Lifehouse

To Make You Feel My Love - Pickin' On Bluegrass Covers

Always - Panic at the Disco

Gotten - Slash feat. Adam Levine

Never Knew I Needed - Ne-Yo (Sir watches Disney Princess movies with me and says we're like the Princess and the Frog)

Sing For Me - Yellowcard

Even Now- Dashboard Confessional

Stolen - Dashboard Confessional (acoustic version)

When I Look to the Sky - Train

A few things about my Sir I'd like to share:

Sir is gentle. When I beg and plead for him to be..less gentle...he always asks before going harder. If I squeal or flinch at all, he double checks to be sure he hasn't hurt me. HE asks for permission more than I do, just to be sure he won't break his porcelain Kitten and shatter her into a million tiny pieces. 

He pulls me into his lap, my head on his knees and stroke my hair and rub my back. He holds my chin in his hand when I sit at his feet and lets me rest my head on his arm. On bad days, he wraps on arm around me and whispers it will all be ok. On bad nights, he stays up with me to make sure I don't go to sleep in tears. He holds my hand in the movies, when I get nervous and fidgity.

Sir calls me his Princess when I am in tears. He calls me his girl when he wakes up and his angel. He says I have wings and he can feel them under my shirt. Sir calls me his book junkie when I visit the bookshops. He never calls me his whore, his slut or his bitch. He is kind with his words and generous with his love.

Cody Jacob Shepherd, today is our 3 month anniversary. You and I have had 3 months (and the 3 weeks before you asked me out, when we were texting and over the weekend had texted each other more than 1000 times!), an entire SUMMER's worth of awesome, together.  From our first date going to see 'Wake', when you brought me a fucking CHOCOLATE MILKSHAKE and sat on the porch with me, to when I first said I love you, to the last time you came over to watch TV with me and mummy and daddy, every moment we spent together the last few months has been so special to me. Even when you were sick. Even when you were anxious. Every moment, amazing.

Every day I wake up and text you, or see a text FROM you in my inbox. I talk to you every night before bed. You're the first thing I think of in the morning, the last thing on my mind at night and the one thing that keeps me going when I'm ready to give up. You are the sweetest thing in the world.You're comfy; I feel totally safe and warm and peaceful in your arms. I'm not afraid of you, afraid to be alone with you. I can look you in the eyes confidently and not fight to keep eye contact. You have the biggest, brightest, warmest smile, and heart, I've ever seen. You have an old soul, much like mine, and we click. We had to have been together in a past life, doll, there's no other explanation for how well we work, the way it feels like we've known each other forever, or how much true love there is between us. 

Our energy is off the charts; whenever we get together, even if it's just to sit on my couch with mum and dad and watch Gangster shows, there is such a powerful force that comes off us. I feel it! It's like I can reach out and touch it, hold it in my hands the same way I hold your face when we kiss. I can feel it in my bones when you are close, like we're connected by that invisible red string I told you the story about? You are a part of me, like my heart and ears and all the moles on my arms. We're just meant to be, and while I may have said that to boys before, I've never felt it as much or known it to be as true as it is with you. We're like Jack and Sally from Nightmare Before Christmas; we're simply meant to be.

Cody, you always make me laugh and smile. Even when my folks are making fun of me and being embarrassing in front of you, you still give me a reason to smile. When you come over and I sit on the floor and show you things online or bring down some of my art for you and you smile all big and tell me how beautiful it is, or ask how long it took, you have no idea how amazing that is. You actually care about my art and tell me it's good; my folks have not once told me my art is good. When I put my head in your lap or on your knee and you rub my back or play with my hair, oh gosh, I love that. When dad was telling us about that couple and how they made it, and we squeezed hands at the same time, it just goes to show we belong together. When we dance in the street out in front of my house or in the kitchen or like the time in front of your work, it's the cutest thing; it just feels good to me. I love being held like that, teaching you how to hold my hand, where to put your arms. 

I love you, plain and simple, no fancy words or technical terminology(although, if you ever want to learn about the science of love and the chemical reactions it causes in our brains, I've got an AWESOME article about it!). I love you. You are my other half. My Batman, Ghostboy, Fire Marshall Cody. My angel, my darling, dollbaby, loverboy. My prince. Mine. You are my otter, my golden eagle, my penguin, my rock(look up the mating habits of those animals, you'll dig it!). Baby you are everything I've ever wanted, needed, looked for and hoped to find in a boy. And you're not even a boy, you're more of a man than anyone I know. You make me so proud to call myself your girlfriend. You are going to do FANTASTIC things in life my sweet. You're gonna start school next year, and I can't tell you how happy that makes me. You'll go back and get your POST when you're ready, be my Officer Shepherd and show all the girls like me, that have a fear and distrust of cops, than not all of you pigs are bad. You've already changed my views on cops, doll. :) You'll be amazing. We'll eventually get you off most, or at least 1/2 of the meds you're on. Your anxiety won't always be so bad, neither will your Turrets or anything else. And even on the days they both suck eggs (as they say on BBT, spherical chickens in a vacuum) I promise with everything I am and will grow to be, that I will be there for you. I'll be there when you have bad dreams, rough days at work and when life gets you down. You made me better, it's only right I do my best to try and help you just as much. I'll be there for you, and I will hold your hand through whatever life throws your way.

Happy anniversary, Cody Jacob. The first 3 months of what hopefully become many many MANY more. Pffft and you thought it wouldn't last a week...Silly boy, relation-shits are for kids!

Love always,