Random.

Today I realized how nice it is to have someone always there for you, good or bad, happy or sad, at your worst and best. I woke up at like 6:15am to wake Alf up cause he fell asleep in our room downstairs, we put a futon thing down there for now. Went down there, pee'd, and while I was doing so, I thought about how great it is to have this feeling of being loved. Of having no worries whatsoever of how you look or feel and just knowing that there is someone out there that would do anything in the world for you and kill to love you. Everyone needs love.

I like silly things you can share. Like last night I was like- okay lets go make our Sundae's, and he's like, K wait- next commercial. Then when the next commercial comes on he yells as a 5 year old kid would, "Lets goo! Lets go!" Lol, and sees me struggling to stand up, helps me & is all excited to make a damn hot fudge Sundae. So of course it got me excited too! Then in the kitchen we had a whole assembly line going. He microwaved the fudge, I got the bowls, he scooped the ice cream, I cut the bananas, made the water, he poured the fudge. "K I got our bowls." "K I got our water & napkins."

Lol. It's fun to always have someone there. & I enjoy his girlishness and sensitivity that no one else gets to see.

Don't get me wrong, we've been through the fuss & the fights & I know It aint' over. He's a dumb ass & so am I at times. Were still young. But this feeling came across me at the weirdest time this morning & I enjoyed thinking about it & I appreciated something I always take for granted.