Wow!! He is definitely "the one"!!

One year ago, I never believed that this could happen to me.  I've always been the one that bad things happen to.  I spent my childhood cowering in fear from physical, sexual and emotional abuse from my father.  I spent my adolesence and early 20s married to an alcoholic and drug addict that screamed at me 20% of the time, ignored me 50% of the time, and treated me like his own personal slave the other 30% of the time.  After the separation, I ended up dating off and on, nobody really peaked my interest.  I did settle into a relationship with someone more out of pity than anything.  I found myself making life-long plans with this person, even getting engaged, though I wasn't happy.  He was a sweet guy with a good heart, but he was irresponsible, co-dependant, and very lazy.

It wasn't until a year ago that I fell in love with Mr Perfect.  I met him a year prior, about 2 years ago, actually at work.  Haha, yeah, it started as one of those inter-office romances.  I was instantly attracted to this guy, he was tall, slender, smart, funny, and had a smile that made me melt.  For about 6 months, I could think of nothing but him.  I found myself staying later at work, coming in on Saturdays hoping I'd get a few minutes alone with him whenever he worked late.  He and I were both in relationships at the time, I was with Mr Sweet Yet Irresponsible; he was with a woman that was identical to the man I was living with.  I didn't know he was unhappy in his relationship when I first met him, that came up in later discussions.

About 3 months before our first kiss, we started getting very chatty at work.  He'd come into my office, or I'd go into his, just to chat for a bit.  We'd exchange funny emails or news stories, or we'd enlist each others' help (even though most likely neither one of us needed it).  Although neither one of us acted on them, the feelings were there.  My pulse quickened whenever he was around, and I couldn't help but smile and giggle very girlishly when he was around.  Hahaha, it may have even been that sickening love-struck look that made him aware of how attracted I was to him.

Then, my daughter got sick.  It was the most difficult time for me.  She was admitted into the hospital July 15, 2008.  I had no family or friends up there, and the only person I knew was Mr Perfect.  For some reason, I felt the strong urge to add his name to the visitor's list at the hospital.  He had only met my daughter once, and he and I had never been alone together outside of work, and he hates the hospital, but still something pushed me to put his name down on the visitor's list.  Two days after she was admitted, he came to visit.  I was surprised, pleasantly of course. 

After a visit, I walked with him down to the parking garage to his car.  It gave me a minute out in the fresh air, and gave us a few minutes alone.  It was funny how nervous we both were, but when we kissed it was the most incredible feeling in the world.  I've heard people say they felt fireworks or sparks or whatever during that first kiss, and always thought it was a bunch of baloney.  No, I don't think that way anymore.  The moment our lips touched, I felt like I was being electrocuted.  His breath on my skin sent shock-waves through my body.  I neither heard nor felt or saw anything else in the world except for him. 

Over the next few months, we snuck time alone together as often as possible.  We would make up excuses to get away from our significant others, any excuse we could find to get time alone, which didn't come often.  We lived less than 1/2 mile from each other, off of the same main road.  We would go for walks together alone when we could.  On the way home from work, we'd frequently stop at a parking lot down the road from our main road, just to sneak in a kiss. 

While I was afraid of telling him how I felt, or acting upon my feelings around the office, he felt the same exact thing.  There was a mutual attraction, and he didn't know how to act on them either.  It wasn't until I was forced to move 800 miles away for work that we both decided that this relationship was exactly what we both wanted.  We came clean to our significant others about our relationship, and cut those strings.  We spent as much possible time together before I had to move, and vowed to keep our relationship going.  After about a year of distance, we'd see how things went, then make plans to live together. 

This was September of last year when I moved.  It's now July, and I am 100% completely convinced that I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with him.  800 miles hasn't driven us apart, it's only brought us closer together.  We talk daily, several times a day.  We get on webcam every night and see each other's face.  Once every 2-4 weeks, we spend a weekend together, which we count down together.  We find different ways to count the days between the visits, and count down the visits between the move.  When we're together, we're so incredibly happy.  When we're apart, we keep our conversations up and never grow bored talking to each other.  I don't think I could've ever found anyone more compatible, more perfect for me.  It's like he and I were made for each other. 

Our one-year anniversary is coming up in less than 2 weeks, and I've planned a 5 day visit.  This will be the last visit, then I will be making the permanent move to live with him.  He and I are both so ready for that day.  It will be the first day of the rest of our lives together.  He and I have both said that we look forward to spending the rest of our lives together, and there have been talks of engagement, marriage and more children.  We've even gone as far as going into a jewelry store together, he said he wanted to get an idea of my taste.  He knows I'd love to have him put a ring on my finger, and he's said on a couple occasions that he'd love that as well.  While I don't want to put pressure on him, I do want him to know how much I love him, and how happy and honored I would be to have him place a ring on my left hand. 

I guess this is a case of a long-distance relationship working out wonderfully.  Mr Perfect and I are incredibly happy together.  And hopefully one day in the not-so-distant future, I will be Mrs Perfect.  Until then, I'm going to love and cherish every single moment I have with him.  I'll just be happy and lucky in love.