🎄 Merry Christmas!
It’s also mine and Igor’s one month anniversary. To be honest, we’ve probably unofficially been together for over a month but the transition from just seeing other to actual exclusivity is a bit blurred. So to have an official date attached to the conception of our relationship I decided on the 25th November because that was the day I asked Igor the ‘what are we?’ question.
Have I not actually told the story? Well kids, grab some candy canes and gather round because it’s going to be a crazy one.
I’d noticed that he’d been referring to me as his girlfriend for a few days but basically dismissed it as him being silly. So come November 25th, I asked him when he was going to ask me to be his girlfriend to which he replied that he thought we were already together and didn’t realise he had to ask me out because it was childish. I was like, “oh”. Silly me! Of course I knew that! Of course I’m not a sentimentalist! Of course I wasn’t expecting an exclusivity proposal. But whatever. I’m old. What do I know? Anyway since there was no official date, I made it that day and it’s such a good date because 25 is an awesome number!
And one month later, here we are!
Epic story right? No? Whatevs.
My Igor Rogi…
I really like every single thing about him. His face. His demeanour. His body. Everything. He’s everything. He’s mine. I’m not letting go of this one. Even when I’m ugly, to him I’m beautiful. Which is basically like everyday.
This one is the one. He’s my one. He’s all the things I’ve wanted and more. I can see a long future ahead of us. Let’s not even think about the fact I’m from Deraland and he’s from Igorland, or the fact that he smokes. Those are all bridges we’ll cross when they become an obstacle. I just can’t wait to fall in love with him.
His brother bought him two tickets to go and see his favourite band on 13th February and he invited me along. We’ll have to take some time off work and stay in a hotel but it’ll be a nice little getaway, especially since at this point we’d be almost three months together with Valentine’s Day a day away. Making future plans is cute.
I’m marrying this guy. I know it. There is no doubt in my mind. The fact that I can say it with such certainty means it’s going to happen. My intuition has never failed me and it’s not going to start now. I’m marrying him and I’ll have his babies too. We’ll start an amazing and happy life together and grow old together. I want to be with him forever. I’m not crazy – it’s just how I feel.
I’m going to once again Google if I’m psycho for thinking such.
After five years with the wrong person, so soon after I meet the right person. My forever-person. The man whom I will build a home with. I get an overwhelming sense of ‘this is it’. There isn’t going to be a fourth boyfriend. I’ve found my one and only. I’m going to love him with all my heart and give him everything he deserves. He deserves the world. I’m going to be my best self for him. I’m going to cherish every smile on his face and hold him on cold winter nights. He’s mine forever. Mark my words.
The love of my life, Igor Rogi.
The massive smile he put on my face yesterday morning when he said he wasn’t offended by me and he completely understood where I was coming from. He’s just amazing. I’m going to love this man so much one day, if I don’t already.
Yes, it’s only our one month anniversary today which is barely any time to know someone. And I don’t want to feel like I’m silly or childish for feeling this way but he really is the one. I’m not going to freak him out and tell him all of this but when the time comes he’ll know how I feel for real, granting that my oscillating moods don’t ruin shit.
But I know he’ll know because I’ma marry him and the above words will be my vows…
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Can we just appreciate the names I make up for everyone. They’re pretty legit! Rogi is Igor’s surname, which is basically Igor backwards. Genius!
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I’ve told my mother (and father) about him. She’s happy that I’m happy and I’m glad she’s accepting of him… Not that she wouldn’t be but you just never know until it actually happens. I think she’s just pleased that his mother’s a dentist and his father was a doctor. Educated family and whatnot. But when I have a master’s degree in engineering and a sister studying medicine at university, standards have been set… But to be honest if I brought home Mark Zuckerberg my mother wouldn’t tell me to send him away because he didn’t finish university so it’s not really a criteria to base compatibility on or whatever.
My mother actually told me that she didn’t have the impulse to go into mother of the bride mode when I was engaged because she just wasn’t feeling it despite her sisters’ prompts. I guess I wasn’t the only one getting bad vibes. In a normal situation my mother would have gone crazy planning things, buying things, booking things but nothing… Same with me… I never ever really felt the urge to do any wedding stuff. But it doesn’t matter now. From today onwards, my journal will be an ex-free zone. No more mentions of past relationships. Igor is my present, my future, my forever.
Anyway, it was a good day celebrating Christmas with the extended family. Beautiful.
Igor just video chatted me with his best friend and brother. Lovely. Well he’s not hiding me so that’s nice… Definitely still marrying him though.
I’ve also moved the spare mattress downstairs because there is no way I am sleeping next to my sister Elfa again. She literally moved around the whole night, elbowing, kicking and removing the covers off me. Worst sleep ever but surprisingly not tired because I am high on life.
Not much to say except that I’m happy and best friends with life again.