for the longest time...

By now you all know I have a super hottie fantastic boyfriend.

{I wish y'all got the HIMYM allusion in there.}

And many of you have questioned why I don't give more details, pictures, a name...

Here's the long story of it all.

Back in the day (ha!) I had this extremely intense, ridiculous, not-so-fun-in-DYSFUNCTIONAL relationship. It was long, it was labored, it was completely whacked.

And it was also REALLY public.

Everyone in our hallway/building/ward knew about the on and off-ness of us.

Our friend groups were SO intertwined/expansive.
My best friends were his roommates, his best chick friends were my roommates.

Plus we lived in a very social complex, so everyone saw us, everyone heard/rumored/butted-in on everything.

Something that should have been a private matter -- simply wasn't.

In the end, I really regretted it because of a) the circumstances of the ending (he was a real "winner") and b) the fact that people knew so much about us and our relationship -- it was super hard not to just scream, or cry, or unleash every detail about how incredibly hurtful/manipulative/undeserving he was.

Those details only went to people I loved and really knew I could trust (i.e. family and three or four wonderful ladies who always had my best interest at heart).

So this time around, with a GREAT and FUNCTIONING and really, seriously kismet relationship -- I'm wary about sharing or let others jump in. 

1) In deference to the fact that I'm not anonymous and people know both of us.

2) For his privacy -- he never signed on to being blogged about, nor would I ask him to.

3) Because I get to keep all the sweet, mushy, adorable fun for myself.

4) Because if we're friends enough you know how/when/what to ask if you wanna know. 

{And some of you have :) }

5) Because. I. Can.

I will tell you that he is ADORABLE to the extreme.

He treats me better than I think I deserve -- but just as great as he thinks I deserve.

He's basically perfect. 

He makes me laugh all the time, he makes me into a better person, he lets me be me -- without excuse, he calls me on stuff and I LOVE that. He pushes me and, I think, I push him in all the best manners.
He's just so great.

That's why things have been hush, hush.
Just so ya know. 

xoxo.