He's been there for me from the very beginning, and his kisses are soft and light. He makes me laugh when I've spent the whole day crying. I know that people hate to hear this, but without him, I am nothing. Six years of love and affection, caring and compassion; I will never leave his side.

Love is something leftover from the feeling of being"in love". When you're "in love" you're giddy and overwhelmed with excitement from a newfound attraction. Actual REAL love comes later, when all of that excitement fades and you're left with a person, raw with faults. Seeing past those faults and learning to comprehend and cope with the previously unseen baggage that everyone carries is something that takes time, effort, and communication. That's why, I hate to say it, that so many couples break up after only dating for a short time. I've done it, and maybe you have too, but finding that one person who can deal with your shit and love you despite how many tears you cry each night is like striking gold. Work through everything that bothers you, because what you can have in the long run is so much more rewarding than temporary satisfaction.

I'm writing this as if it is still before midnight. Today was a rough day, as was yesterday, and I can honestly say that crying is something that I'll never miss. City life is so much more interesting, and slightly more stressful, than living on the coast. Not as beautiful, though. Unless you're really into that whole cigarette smoke haze thing and car horns. Crossing the street makes me so nervous, especially in the city. Boston cabs are the most evil things ever put on the road. "Oh what? You want to cross the street? Too fucking bad, I'm driving!" No wonder I always reach for someones hand when I cross the street. Yeah that might be childish but at least it makes me feel somewhat safe.

I love my new shoes. Smile!