You know that feeling when you are unbelievably frustrated with yourself? When, if it were possible, you would like to shut the door on yourself? Just to spend a few moments away. Alone.
I've been there.
But do you know that feeling when there's someone who wants to be around you anyway? That person who doesn't want to shut the door on you, or spend time away from you?
I have one of those.
He's wonderful in every aspect of the word. Without trying to sound like the mushiest 16-year old girl I can imagine, I'd like to say that I'm the luckiest person in the world.
He thinks I'm perfect, yet still pushes me to be better. He says its ok to be upset and frustrated with myself, but to think beyond my own limitations. He holds me when I cry. He patronizes me when I need a subject to photograph. He'll even smile for the camera if I ask really nicely. He's kind. He's passionate. About life. About music. About me. About us. He's the best thing that has ever happened to me.
He's my Christmas present to myself.
