Kinda Like A Bob Ross Painting...

I'm happy. All week I have felt happy and relieved and excited for the future. I like it. Everything I look at has a new glimmer about it.

This is day 5 without MNS. He called from work this morning. I didn't answer and he didn't leave a message. When the number came up on my phone my stomach dropped and my heart nearly beat out of my fucking chest, but I knew I couldn't answer. We have nothing to say. I don't want to be sucked in ever again. He can't make me as happy as Mr. Right. I know this. Hell, everyone knows this. I was just the last one to admit it.

With Mr. Right I have a future. I have the potential for marriage and babies and love and support and security and understanding. He doesn't bring any drama. He helps me diffuse any that comes my way. He listens. He makes me laugh. He loves me and it's obvious. He fits in with my family and friends so well and I couldn't ask for more on that front. All I can really say about him is that he's super swell. If I get too mushy, Fair and Yommey will totally make fun of me. All you need to know is that I can't stop smiling and there's a pep in my step the last few days. Love is a crazy fucking ride.