It's the little things
07 September 2004
After spending close to 5 extremely painful years with my last boyfriend - a true narcissist who is about the most selfish person you could image - I learned what it is I want and what I don't want in a person. I wasn't actively looking for someone new when Bill came into my life, it just sort of happened and I didn't shy away.
Bill is really the most amazing person I have ever met. He smart and thoughtful, empathetic and kind. There's no one thing about him that makes me so lucky; it's everything. It's all those little things.
It's going to Somerville to get me take-out from Diva (my favorite Indian place) and then driving to my office in Haverhill - an hour away - on a random weekday to have lunch with me.
It's taking me to New Orleans at Christmas so I could have dinner at Emeril's on my birthday.
It's bringing me a venti caramel macchiato from Starbucks every weekend when he drives up here to visit.
It's coming up to my place to spray spider stuff around so I don't get creepie crawleys in my apartment.
It's working from my apartment so he could give Beaker his meds every 2 hours the day after he had surgery.
It's getting up in the middle of the night to give Beaker his drops so I could get a good night sleep.
It's always letting me pick the restaurant we go to, or what we do on a weekend because to him, where we eat or what we do isn't important as long as we do it together.
It's listening to me and taking the vitamins I bought for him and doing it religiously.
It's not reacting when I get grouchy because I haven't eaten in a while; he takes the cue and gets me some food right away - before I even realize I'm hungry.
It's buying me groceries when I'm really broke after bleeding money to the vet so Beaker doesn't loose his eye.
It's calling me every single night at 10:30, no matter what he's doing.
It's letting me go to dinner at Chang Sho every single weekend - for months on end - I am in Cambridge because I am positively hooked on their General Tso's chicken.
It's his desire to make my life happier.
It's all those little things. There is no one specific action, no grand gesture. It's just all these sweet little things that make me realize that I am so incredibly lucky to have found the perfect man. It's the genuine thoughtfulnes, caring and understanding that has absolutely no strings attached. It's never saying "well, 6 months ago I did ______ for you". It's never "owing" him or keeping score. It's always free of judgement. It's just love.
I would always find myself wondering "what did I do to deserve this angel?" until one day I realized - it was putting up with the last one for 5 years. It's relationship karma. I have definitely been rewarded.
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