Honestly, I fell in love with my wife fast. She tells me she fell in love with me the moment she saw me. (We met on POF, she lived a few hours away.) The moment I knew she was the one was a few days after our first date, she spent the night. I woke up in her arms, and for once everything felt right in the world, I felt okay for once. That's when I knew. She moved in a week later, and we got married a few months later. I spend 24/7 with her(we work together too) have our animals, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Also, before I met her, I was straight, and my ex bf of 7 years(on and off through and after high school, wasn't a real relationship), had moved out while I was at work, with no warning. (He was living with me for just two weeks.) She's the first woman I've been with, and she broke something in me. I'm actually transgender, I never knew I was gay then, and definitely had no thought that I was trans. But, I've always been masculine. I didn't cry very much before I met her, when she moved in. She broke me. I felt free. I'd cry so much for no reason, and she was just there for me.

She makes everything I've gone through in life worth it, because I've ended up with her. The bullying, depression, social anxiety(gender dysphoria.) She's my best friend, and I couldn't imagine a day or night away from her. Since she moved in we've never spent a night apart. I've slept next to her every night for Two+ years. 2 1/2 years ago, I didn't want to live past 30. Now I want her and I to live as long as possible. I hope whatever higher power is out there, that we're lucky enough to be old and gray, holding each other, and passing in our sleep together. We cry often(and I'm beginning to tear up as I write this....) about how we can never imagine the world without each other in it. I know if she suddenly left, I wouldn't exist much longer after. Sorry to get deep, but she's all I have.