Mon Amour

Everyone used to dream up the perfect guy/girl when they were younger. Except, mine was always book characters.

Most book characters were charming and witty and they treated their girls right. That's what I wanted. I didn't want Harley Quinn and the Joker type relationships. I wanted something like Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase.

Percy knew Annabeth was strong and he still wanted to protect her. Not because he thought himself stronger, but because he LOVED her. I mean, hell, Annabeth fricking JUDO FLIPPED him! He laughed at her and she laughed at him but they never hurt each other. They started off as best friends and grew into a partnership to later date.

That's what I wanted, was a Percabeth type of love.

But I got something 100000000000000 times better and I wouldn't trade it for anything.

My love, My Darling Polar Bear, is sweet and supportive. He's loving and gentle. He's protective. He's patient. He's calm. He's real. He's honest. He's loyal.

He understands my past and yet he doesn't see me as broken like I see myself. He sees me as whole. He sees the scars not just on my skin, but onn my heart, on my soul. And he takes his time to slowly mend them. He knows I'll likely flinch at his touch for a while, and he's patient enough to help me learn that not every touch from everyone is meant to hurt me. He knows I'll tense up when he hugs me, and he's loving enough to soothe me and hold me as I relax. He knows my instinct will be to be quiet and let him yell, and he's calm enough to talk without harsh tones and raised voices and even reach to hold me when he does to calm my nerves. He knows I wonder if I'm worth his time and he's honest enough to tell me I am. He knows I fear people in general and he's protective enough to sheild away the pain. He knows I never got much support in my life and he's supportive enough to beg me not to give up on my dreams.

That's a few things I love about him.

He's so damn sarcastic too. Sometimes I don't know if I wanna kiss him or flick him when he gets sarcastic. It's hot and cute. We get in these sarcastic arguments all the time where we both know we're joking and I love it because we just know each other so perfectly.

He's petty too, which brings out my pettiness which brings out his even more. Sometimes we'll be arguing and I'll stop for a second and I'm like "OH NO HE DIDN'T!" And then I realize how petty I've been and I kinda smile to myself and think "Gosh I love this man"

He's awkward and get flustered easily too. We've facetimed a lot. Sometimes I'll only see his elbow because he shoves it in the camera so I'm like "Yes babe, your elbow is very sexy but can I see your face?" And he'll blush and get this cute ass smile on his face and you can just see the embarassment and he'll lean off screen to stop from blushing. It's so fricking precious!

He's weird. We're both weird. We've had so many odd conversations about odd things before.

He's perfect. Maybe by most people's definitions he wouldn't be... but to me, perfect is still such an understatement.