Love...

Whitney M.

February 25, 2010 - 12:00 PM

As I was hugging Collin goodnight this evening before he went to the library to finish an essay that he had to rewrite because of a misunderstanding between him and his professor and before I delved into a series of easy, yet intimidating tasks that needed to be completed before the day was done, I felt our love again.

I feel it almost every day. But there is nothing like it to remind me that he is the man I want to spend the rest of my life with.

After almost three years, he makes me feel like a giddy school girl while simultaneously bringing out the sophisticated academic in me.

To other people, Collin is a quiet, cuddly giant. He is 6'2'' and made of muscle-not in a gym-rat sort of way, but naturally covered in muscle. He has soft, twinkling blue eyes that are covered by a couple of masculine tufty eyebrows. The hairiness of his eyebrows continues over every surface of his body. Most of my friends think it is weird for guys to be hairy, but Collin is a man. He has beautiful, curly brown hair that started growing in when he was 14.

He seldom starts a conversation with anybody, but when you ask him his opinion, he is not afraid to let you have it. He is generous, helpful, considerate, and thoughtful.

In addition to these polite characteristics, he is stunningly brilliant and phenomenally funny. His sense of humor is a creeping, dry, sarcastic humor that seeps into conversation and offends listeners until they realize that he is joking. At other times, he pulls out witty twists to conversations that surprise listeners because they weren't expecting this reticent character to let out a joke, let alone one that brings a new angle to a conversation.

He has no qualms about showing affection toward me even when people are present. He never over-does it, and always makes me feel cherished and loved.

But when no one is looking, and he and I are alone, Collin is silly. This big, strong, smart, competent man lets out his goofball side and plays with me. We play like children. We tickle, wrestle, use silly voices, and make faces until we burst with laughter.

But when times get hard, when I am stressing out, he is overly tired, or we have gotten into a tiff, Collin is an expert communicator. We have agreed that our primary objective is to live happily together for the rest of our lives, so when the going gets tough, we know that instead of fighting or making it worse, the sooner we talk through it, the sooner we can feel connected again.

He is my everything. My friends can never find a boyfriend that satisfies them because they always compare the guys they date to Collin, and none of them ever measure up. They say that Collin's and my relationship is what love is supposed to look like.

I agree.