And although I ponder, and pontificate, and ponder some more. I always come back to this, I love him. I love him more than I have loved in quite some time. I didn't belive that I was capable any longer, but knowing him has made me believe it! I believe that this is the love of my life and I have only but to give it a chance. Which is what I am going to do right now. I feel so wonderful now as if I could fly! Of course I will still have my questions, but I do not doubt his committment to me, to us, to the logevity of this relationship any longer. I do not doubt his love for me, or his will to be happy. I will hold on loosely, but won't let go. How can I, knowing that he is quite possibly the one? I love how he makes me feel when we are together. How he holds me. The way he kisses me oh so gently, drives me wild. I love his warm skin on mine. The way he feels inside me. When he touches me. I love that he says some of the dumbest things when we are in bed together. I love that he only wishes to make me laugh. But I know when he uses a certain tone, that he really means what is saying. I love the way he has to taste stuff before he will eat it. I love that he has a strong desire to be near his family. I love that he wants to be with me for the long haul. I love the way he proved that to me. I love the way he gracefully stumbles over things sometimes especially when he is trying to be smooth. I love that he loves what he does. I love his voice, the soft way that he speaks to me. I love his body. And yes I even love his mind, as twisted as it may be at times. I love that he understands me, when I really need him to. I love that he has a soul, and I can see it. I love that he will do anything he can to make sure I am happy, even if it takes him a while to figure it out. I love that he wants to please me in bed. And I love that he doesn't have any desire to hurt me. I love him! Now all I have to do is stop being such a bitch all the time.