When I started this blog, I vowed never to be one of those girls who sat around all day and bitched on her blog about her relationship with her boyfriend. However, I feel that since I am going through the major components of my life, it is only fair that I acknowledge my boyfriend, Dave.
With any relationship that lasts a significant amount of time, there will be plenty of ups and downs. We've had more than our share of both (of course, I don't mind the ups so much), and I will be the first to say that, no, my relationship with my boyfriend isn't perfect. Whether it's because we don't always have the most "normal" relationship - he's always leaving and coming home - or because I'm definitely a handful most of the time, I don't believe that just because sometimes people run into problems means that the relationship isn't right.
I was never one of those girls who dated a lot and I never tossed the word love around lightly. I had three boyfriends prior to Dave and none of them kept me so intrigued and so happy for so long. I may have loved one, but not the romantic kind of love; more so, the kind of love one feels for a close friend or family member. And that's why I know that this relationship is different and why it means so much to me. He has become my closest friend and even though sometimes it feels like we're on opposite sides of the world, the only person I'd really always wait for to come home.
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