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People say this. People say that.

  By now, most people should know that I really don't care what others think. I do things that I want...when I want. So far, it has worked out well. I would like to think that my conscience is quiet strong and guides me to where I should be and where I want to be.
  That said...what do you want? When it comes to my relationships, I have had multiple instances in which backlash has been had. Some warranted some not. This time...if you only knew. Why do we end up with the ones we do? Is it because we think we deserve that person? Is it because we settle for what we are tired of searching for?
  J: a simple (I mean this in the way that means clarity) man who wants one thing...to love and be loved in return. I tell people I found someone who adores me. Their response: but can you find things in common. I tell people I found someone who surpasses the idea I had for myself. Their response: yes but can he talk literature and philosophy and religion and politics and all the other things that you love. I tell people that if my brother were alive today he would tell me that I found a treasure. Their response: but... always a but.
  Would it help if I told you he told me that he never thought he would find someone that would want to be with him or be his wife or love him as much as he loved them? Would it help if I told you that not an hour goes by I am not told I am loved and beautiful? Would it help if I told you that this one single human being makes me feel alive? Because if that doesn't give you a glimpse of the kind of person I am with...then you are blind and I can't help you.
  He is not perfect. I am certainly not perfect. We will never be perfect. But we are us. We are us and I love us. He tells me that I need to look in the mirror and see myself for who I am: a beautiful woman. I tell him he needs to heed his own advice. If I can spend the rest of my foreseeable future with someone who loves, cares, and encourages me...I think I have a better relationship than most in this world. I am blessed and honored to be with someone so genuine and kind. May he finally one day see himself for who he is: a Godsend.

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