I am an independent person. My solace is everything to me. I work better and produce better work when I have time to myself so I can continue on my quest to understand the world. My idea structure of life does not support the idea of mongamy and relationships and notions of love.

Yet, she has this way of making me feel the things I could never explain.

I’m not going to pretend like I couldnt see this coming. Y’know? The feelings a significant other can make you feel. But I do have to talk about it, for it is pertienent to understanding why the world works the way it does. If nothing else, it is monumental that I have one I can call my girlfriend.

For a long time I knew I needed only a few things to truly be happy.
One of those things was a girlfriend.

I was always told of this mystical phenomenon that finding someone you truly like would happen when you least expect it; and then you’d just ‘know.’ That dream really messed me up.

I dont know what it took for it to finally stick this time. But I knew I was tired of searching for the kind of relationships you see in fiction. I was determined that somehow it was possible to live in a Meg Ryan movie. That there was some truth behind the make-up and revised scripts.

I was a good liar throughout my young adult life…

I’ve had an ungodly amount of dating periods with numerous women. Not relationships. Dating periods. None of which were sexual partners. I dont know how they felt about me. I dont know if they love me, hate me, (respect me?) I just know i’ve met alot of people. Seen alot of faces.

And now I know exactly what Jonah Matranga has been singing about all these years.

Her number in age in lower than mine; and most people that i’ve dated…
…yet, she’s far more mature in a relationship than almost any woman i’ve encountered.

That is a very strong statement to make. That I do not take lightly. You might say I think that way because shes younger or that I just really want someone to feel something for me so i’m just kidding myself. But I do not trust in any of those statements.

Every woman I have ever let into my life has been carefully selected from a set of requirements that ensure we as a pair will complement eachother so well, one would think it were gods personificating the explanation of life through live flesh and blood marionettes.

I could list for hours the reasons and examples and I could cross reference them with past encounters and show the validity in my statements. But, my god…

I dont have to, because the best kind,

the best kind of love is love you don’t have to prove.