In all my years of singlehood, I was mystified by the way my friends behaved when they were in a new relationship. I didn't understand why they suddenly changed -- not necessarily in a bad way -- and why this new person in their life got so much of their attention. As someone who actually loved being single, I also didn't understand wanting to share so much time and space with someone.
But I finally get it. I'm there now. And I apologize to my friends if I was not understanding before. In the past eight months, I have become someone I never understood and never thought I'd be.
I'm the girl who watches her phone for the "good morning" texts. I know exactly when to expect them and if he's a little late with them, I admit I worry a bit.
I'm the girl who calls him just to hear his voice. Even if I was just with him a few hours earlier, I think of something I want to tell him and I don't want to do it via text. Fortunately, he's a fan of this as well. The nights we aren't together, we spend at least an hour on the phone.
I'm the girl who can spend a whole weekend with him and still miss him when Monday comes and we have to go back to work and our lives. After I met Sean, I immediately apologized to one of my closest friends. I'd given her such a hard time about seeing her new beau multiple times in just the span of a few weeks. She laughed and accepted my apology, of course. That's what friends do.
I am the girl who may not share his interests, but is willing to listen to him talk about them. Endlessly, it seems. I love seeing the excitement in his face and hearing it in his voice when he geeks out over something related to radio, one of his sports teams, or his favorite musician.
I am the girl who likes sharing her space and her time. Even though I still enjoy the occasional solo evening, I much prefer spending time with him.
Because of him, I am that girl.
And it was so worth the wait.