I have a very dominant personality. I am a fighter to the core. I thrive from a fight. I thrive in battle. It's when my thoughts are at their clearest and my body is in its prime. It's also the format in which I learn and grow the most. But I can say this with the absolute most intense certainty in myself. There is one person on this whole planet who constantly, consistently and relentlessly drops me to my knees, makes my mind cloudy and foggy and unable to process. One person who renders me to a giggly mess of crazy girl stuff. One person who has always made me want to be pretty and flowery and the rest of that girl stuff. This guy sucker punched my world of chick power, and chick might and whatever the hell else I was thinking, and turned me into a fumbling, bumbling mess. And I love it! I love every minute of it. I love being weak in the knees for him. I love falling apart in his arms, and being a basket case when he's deployed. I love when he walks in the door at night and I love when he looks at me. I love making him laugh, and I love hearing him talk. Honestly there are many moments where I ask him to talk just so I can hear his voice. It's the most soothing sound ever. I love needing him. I love loving him. I love being loved by him. I loved that right now I can't stop smiling because his face is playing in my mind like the most beautiful painting I've ever seen. He is the most beautiful person I've ever seen. He's the most amazing human being I've ever met. I am in awe of him. I'm completely baffled by all that he's overcome. I'm amazed by the fact that this amazing dude chooses me! I'm humbled that of all the girls in the whole world he spotted me from across the United States and said "I want YOU to be my Mrs."
Dang. No, SUPER Dang.
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