"I Love You"

We say those words to so many different people. Different people that we have different kinds of relationships with.

First there's our parents. Probably the people who we said it to first. They used to tell us as children, and I know when I hear it now, it brings a smile to my face. Because I know that no matter what, my parents still love me, and they always will. It's nice to have that reassurance. I also like to let them know that I love them. I may not say it as often as I should, but by saying it, I want them to know that I do appreciate them and love them.

And we say it to various people in our family. Brothers, aunts, grandparents, uncles, cousins. These people you may not get to see on a regular basis, but when you see them, you want them to know that even if they are not around, they are still in your thoughts, heart, and prayers.

And we can't forget our friends. Our friends are those that we haven't known from birth, but rather people who have come into our lives at various times that sometimes seem closer than family. I make sure to tell my friends I love them, so that they know how important they are to me.

And lastly, we can't forget our significant others. Whether husband, wife, boyfriend, or girlfriend, we tell these people we love them sometimes simply just to see them smile. It gives us warm buzzes to say it. These people are the ones we know when we turn 80 and our kids are all grown up and moved away, that they will be there with us, and we'll want them to know that we love them more and more each day.

At least that's my take on those three little words.

Why I haven't updated

Thought it was time I explained why I have been silent for the past month. This time it has nothing to do with laziness, nor anything to do with not having anything to say at all. Quite the opposite. I have a lot to say.

I just don't have the time.

And what, you ask, has kept me so busy?

His name is Paul. And he's wonderful. He's my boyfriend of a little over a month. Paul is everything I've always wanted. He is sweet, charming, a true gentleman who opens the door for me, even gets mad if I open the door myself. He let's me order meals first, pays for things, holds my hand when we're walking, gives me the sweetest smiles, and has amazing eyes.

I am completely gone. There is no further for me to fall. And you know what, it feels great.