Lacrimonious

If you don't know what the definition of lacrimonious is, you're about to find out. I am a crier, and definitely not a pretty one at that. The feelings in my heart, whether from grieving or other sadness or from pure and unadulterated joy, display themselves perfectly in the tears that stream down my face. The things that are important to me I wear like a badge of honor on my sleeve. That particularly includes the people that I love.

Time to tear down some sacred walls in this post...I am blindingly and overwhelmingly in love with my new boyfriend, but as with many beginning relationships that are passionate and stimulating, this one has certainly had some bumpy moments. (And yes, love sometimes happens very quickly for me, the one who loves with reckless abandon.) These situations always result in amazing conversations that culminate in solidified understanding and perfected intimacy, but the waiting, the waiting is what KILLS me. It's the impatience, the unknowing that creates the drama.

But with Superman, as I will refer to him for purposes of anonymity, he's always cool, calm, and collected, exactly what I need for balance in my life of organized chaos. He is always ok, and we are always ok, no matter how long he needs to talk to me so that I feel the same. His patience is like a life preserver in a raging sea, and I hope that I can gain at least enough patience from him to weather my own personal storms of tears. Because sometimes the best and most deserved things aren't necessarily the ones most easily gained.