I Wanna Scream "I Love You" From The Top Of My Lungs

I have a confession to make.

I'm in love.

Sure, we have our fights, our disagreements, even our periods of separation (everyone needs a break, absence makes the heart grow fonder, all that good stuff). Sometimes I feel I'm only being used for my money (but then I remember I don't have any) or possibly my looks, but they don't even seem to notice on my worst days. Or if they do? They don't care :). Sometimes they think I'm too passionate and extreme. But then they realize if I weren't, I couldn't handle them, either. And I wouldn't be me. I love them despite the arguments with cabbies, the countless (seriously) lost phones, the hour long subway rides, the forgotten nights.

We have fun no matter what we do. With others, or just the two of us. Whether it be listening to music or drinking on the pier...in the park...at Sunday brunch...at bars...parties...OK, so we both definitely share an affinity for Happy Hours [and I think any hour is worth being happy ;) ] but we're always forgiving to one another for the drunken messes which occasionally take place. And it's not all about the alcohol. It's about the sunrises and long walks (even if its raining), the people watching and all the damn too-cute-for words dogs (anyone who pays attention to my Facebook mobile uploads knows how true this one is!). The insightful conversations and openness to teach and be taught. The fact each day together is like a play date and the feeling we're the center of the world (cause in a sense, we are.). That I can wear anything from pajama pants to mini skirts and it's perfectly acceptable.

I love them for the comedy shows, the not so comedic shows and the museums we've yet to attend, simply because that means there's always something to look forward to with them. A new movie, a hole-in-the-wall restaurant, even a chili and chocolate festival.

And that's what makes them different from all my past relations. Besides the fact they're nothing like what I grew up surrounded by, what I thought I couldn't do without. Looking back, I don't even know what I saw in my past. Like I said, this is different. I never tire of them. There's something comforting about the familiarity. And exciting that there's still so much more to learn. As damaging as they can be, I still feel safe. Despite what others may think (some people think I'm stupid and in over my head, others tell me they're jealous, but either way it doesn't matter), and even if I were to go a different direction for a time, I'm sure that ultimately I'll end up right back with them. They're addictive and I'm addicted. They make me forget about my problems (although occasionally they ARE the problem, such is life) and put a smile on my face just thinking about them.

They've taught me so much about myself, and helped me grow in a way that couldn't have happened had our lives not crossed. I can only hope I bring as much to the table as they do. Or that they'll at least want me at my best, of course, but still want me even at my worst.

I just had to get this off my chest. I'm in love. And New York City will forever have my heart. (And Carrie Bradshaw, back off, it's mine).