Birthdays, beds and the little things that matter.

So. We were using stolen internet and it finally got shut off two days ago. Shit happens and we had to get our own. Now that thats over with...
Yesterday was Ty's birthday. 22. We found a bed on craigslist and through the magic that is my phones internet we got in contact with the woman and managed to get a time set up to buy said bed. 1 Full size mattress and box spring + approximately 1 mile in distance from bed to our apt. - 1 car = Dwindling blood sugar, raised voices, arguing, sweat, laughter and companionship. I thought a long time ago that there was no one in the world I could get through jams with and then I landed this great catch. And I am so glad I did.
We somehow managed to move this bed in two trips without dying, killing each other or losing it (completely) and then I took Ty out for a delicious Italian dinner and when I looked at him across the table everything else just faded away and I fell in love with this boy all over again.
Allow me to get slightly sentimental here.
I met Ty during a time when I thought I would never meet anyone who could complete me. He wooed me and confused me, loved me instantly and more than I ever witnessed anyone loving anyone before. He found perfection in me that I couldn't even see in myself and I hurt him. I turned around and really hurt this person, and why? I don't know. Because I couldn't believe in what he saw. I couldn't think of myself as that good a person. But I was a good person, a person who deserved this kind of love from someone else. I deserved the kind of person who drives you home after knowing you 2 weeks so that you can be with your family when your dog dies. I deserved the love this person could give so willingly, even after knowing it would probably be hard and painful. And I realized that I had made a mistake, had taken him for granted, but that I also loved him and I almost realized this all too late.
Then at a stupid, college dance, I saw him again, looking undeniably handsome and I hugged him and made him dance with me. We held hands and didn't say much at all. Just smiled at each other. And he took me back.
I don't ever want to do anything to jepordize this kind of love and I will never take it for granted again. We do stupid stuff as humans, creatures of desire that we are. But when I see this person, When I look at Ty across from me, or next to me as I wake in the morning, I see the most wonderful person in the world. The only person I ever want to love.

Now that everyone hates me. Here's a cool lil' sumptin':