Tears of Joy

I can tell you right now that ever since I can remember I have wanted to find someone special. Someone who loves me fore me. A person who is simply content with me as I am and expects nothing else. I have always wanted someone that I can do things for who will also do things for me, and that we can help each other grow, take things slowly, and in the end hope to be paired together eternally. I wanted someone who I could trust, who respects me, and who excepts me.

I've found you.

I'll simply refer to him as Scruffy for now because that is what I call him. Like a pet name. A term of endearment. He grows out his facial hair and I like his scruffy look. The unshaven just waking up scruff. He calls me Scratchy... because I took my medication and it makes me itchy a lot... It's cute... you'd have to be there....

We met in HUM 185 The Horror Film. It took me about half of the semester to get up the nerve to talk to him and the other half to ask for his number... But I am glad that on the very last day Thursday July 16th, 2009 I asked for his number and began to text him after class.

I am proud to say that he has stated he is "Happy that he had to take that 3 credits of Humanities to graduate" and I am happy that I may have taken the wrong class by mistake (I think I was supposed to take ENG 140 Horror and Science Fiction) because we never would have met. He says he feels like he knows me somehow. He feels that He's seen me and perhaps he has around campus. I am convinced that I have seen him in a dream I had once as a kid.

Sometime in elementary school I had a dream that I was a Tall, White, Male, of about college age. Details aside my family was on a game show. I was supposed to dress up to win money if I could guess what I was after I put on the costume. Looking at the materials I could already tell I would be a werewolf. I closed myself in the bathroom and dressed and though clearly in the mirror I was a werewolf I screamed out "I'm not a werewolf... I'm a... a... VAMPIRE!" Thus a Vampire busted out of a closet door and attacked me.

We have been on three small dates. Not exactly serious dates.

We attended the Art Fair together on Friday the 17th. His alternator in his truck had died right as he pulled up to my house. Poor guy. We took my car to the Fair and I proceeded to hangout with him and his friends. There after we went to his friends house in Ypsi (He drove his truck and it managed to make it there. We got rather high and I fell asleep in his arms for a good half hour. He held my hand for the first time. He stayed the night at his friends (Kaya. A guy.) because of the alternator problem. We were together from sometime between 4pm and 4:30pm until about 4AM the next day Saturday the 18th.

Later that day we then managed to go on somewhat of a a double date to see Transformers 2: Revenge of the Fallen with My Best friend and her Boyfriend (Whom of which no one is supposed to know about). Then Sunday the 19th we were together from sometime between 3PM and 3:30PM until about 3AM Today (Monday the 20th, Happy Birthday Amanda). We watched the Rob Zombie movie House of 1000 Corpses and I brought him No Thai Sweet and Spicy Chicken with Yoga Flame and Extra Sweet Sauce. Broccoli too. With Rice. White Rice.

We went to the post office and he showed me around Northville, Michigan which is where he lives. We also went to Starbucks and I bought us each a Strawberries and Cream Frappaccino. We arrived back at his house (Parents place. Whatever. He also has a sister. Chelsea. Older sister.) and watch South Park together, I sat on him we cuddled it was wonderful. He reached for my hand. Pulled me closer. I layed my head on him we eventually ended up laying together. We were so comfortable we opted out of changing the VHS tape to watch more south park and instead watched TV. This noght was the most wonderful night of my life that I can currently recall. Around 2:30AM today Monday the 20th of July Hs mother gave us the idea that I should probably head out before shit goes down. So he walked me out to my car... and he held me... and he hugged me... and he pulld me close.

Sometime between 2:30AM and 3AM I have offically had my first kiss.

I have been kissed before, but this was the first with him and It was EVERYTHING a first kiss should be. could rewrite history and decide that none of the others counted if I reallly felt like it. But this kiss was the most breathe taking experience of my life. Surely if my eyes currently chose to cry out this would be because I have never been this happy. I have never felt this special. I have never had this happen. I have always wanted this and now it's here.

I swear up and down that he was the Man I was in my dream. He looked like what I saw in the mirror minus the make up. We met in Horror Film Class which coudl explain the werewolves and vampires. The bathroom in his basement looks very similar to the bathroom in my dream. When I walked into it the dream flashed before my eyes suddenly and that is when I knew.

Do you believe that dreams can predict things in the future? Even if the dream seems absured or simply appears to be a typical nightmare... I think this is possible. And even if it wasn't him. It is him that I know now and I am quite content as I will ever be. Longing for a dream I never thought would be true. Today I say I'm glad I've found you.