I don’t know how I got home at 6, and two and half hours have already gone by. <\/p>\n

I’ve been hardcore trying to find freelance gigs, and I landed one! I’ll be writing a few movie reviews for a film festival, so that’s fun. Me and my "top five," as Rachel calls them (ha…maybe you’re just my top five artsy friends? So there! haha) will be attending IFCT<\/a> to watch some screenings. I’m pretty excited. It’s unpaid, but any exposure is good, yo. Weee I’m going to be published! \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n

In other news, payday is tomorrow, and that makes me happy. I’ve been sorta looking for a roomie, sorta not. It would help me out, but I haven’t lived with anyone in awhile, so I’m not sure how I feel about that. I think everything will work out for the best though. I realized that I haven’t been living off of my entire income, since I started as a full timer half way through the year, so next year looks a little more promising. And when I was worried that I had nothing to eat (not really worried…but just not eating), my knight in shining armor swoops in and saves the day in his blue mustang once again.<\/p>\n

Back in the day, I dated a guy who was roommates with my favorite couple. And we broke up. I felt awkward going back over to that apartment, which I knew would happen going into the relationship (the awkwardness, not the breaking up), but I was wise and 19. Invincible, of course. And during that summer, somewhere in the awkwardness and the not feeling wanted over there by my friends, and generally having a bad day, I was on the phone with Pete, and sitting in the trunk of my car (it’s quite comfortable). I think it involved a fight with my parents or someone, I don’t remember, but I was crying, and he was just listening and telling me it would be ok. And suddenly he pulled up in his blue mustang, right in front of me, and said, "You didn’t think I’d let you feel like this while you were alone, did you?"<\/p>\n

Right then I knew I was going to be in trouble, because this boy would be quite lovable. He sat there with me until I was done crying, and then took me over to the apartment, and we walked in together. I knew it would be ok because he was with me. <\/p>\n

Two days ago I was crying again, because of money. I knew going into this townhouse that things would be tight, especially because of all the stupid medicine I take and hormones and the like. Pete wasn’t going to stay over, but he decided to. When he came home, he woke me up and said, "There’s soup that I brought home for you in the refrigerator for lunch tomorrow. I want to make sure that you’re eating."<\/p>\n

I promptly fell back asleep, and the next morning, he left for work. <\/p>\n

When I got downstairs to get all my stuff together, I noticed an open pack of trail mix on the stove. I figured Pete stopped to grab some snacks for himself, which he sometimes does. So I open the fridge to get some water, and it’s filled with food. The freezer was filled with food, the pantry was filled with food. And not just food, but food I can actually eat<\/em>, like organic stuff and Kashi and caffeine free Pepsi. And things that he knows that I like. <\/p>\n

I cried. He took a bad situation and made it better, showing me how much he loved me without even saying it. He knew if he asked me if he could buy food for me I would say no. So he did it in the darkness, surprising me in the morning. <\/p>\n

And again, I knew I would be ok, because Pete will never let anything bad happen to me. <\/p>\n

I am loved in a way I never thought possible, and I know that he is the one that I will spend the rest of my life with. I am the Luckiest.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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