Ain't love grand ♥

Christian Roberto Zavala, sometimes you really drive me bananas...but I love you. From the outside looking in, we are so different. I hate to say "opposites attract" because I feel like it has such a bad connotation...but I do believe there is some truth to that. I am an extrovert to the max. I have to express myself physically and verbally. You, on the other hand, are like a dead bolt safe. Like the ones you see at a bank. You keep everything under close watch, under lock and key. I don't know if you will ever completely "open up" but I love you nonetheless. We will always have our ups and downs, and I love you more and more for each one of those moments. You always have some trick up your sleeve, and I love to hate how mysterious you are. You are mine and I am yours. ♥

I got this sent to me in an email the other day and it totally reminded me of what we have. 'Real Love is what’s LEFT OVER after falling in love” ….meaning EVERYBODY falls in love and is excited in the beginning, but that’s not the real thing…the real thing is what’s left after. The feelings and the love you can still carry for someone after being tired of kissing them or making love to them. If still after that you can love them, then that’s the “genuine” part of being in love.'

               I want to make all your dreams come true. Thank you for loving me for me. ♥

Here is the house where it all happend...

Dios mio...it just dawned on me that I've officially lived in my Arcadia apartment for a year now. It's amazing what can happen within 365 days. This time last year I was packing up my little life in Glendora and saying good bye to the family I had grown to love. I knew it wasn't goodbye forever. Carlos and I were taking the next major step in our relationship. The whole ordeal was exciting, but we were practically already living with one another. It was nice picking out this apartment. I'm extremely impatient, so after one week I was ready to give up. Carlos on the other hand, was the calm one. He knew we would find our perfect place. I remember the day we came into look at it and he was head over feet...the bowl of fruit tiles in the kitchen is what had me sold :)

Arcadia is a very serene city. I mean, who wouldn't love neighbors that mind their own business and roaming peacocks everyday!?! So much has happend here. Chapters began and ended as drama unfolded. Gatherings were had, sleepovers commenced, tears shed and endless amounts of laughter. Though the walls are still stark white. My little apartment has only a few splashes of personality, but I like it that way. I feel comfortable here, certain days sting but I'm not afraid to be alone here. The fact that it's now a year and I'm not on the hunt for a new place to call home is epic.

It's interesting to try and think ahead as to whether or not I'll still be here in a year, I mean that in all sense of the word.