He's what I imagined you would be, in so many ways.
He is empathetic. He is supportive. He is sweet to a fault. He is a goofball that I was almost immediately comfortable around. He has my complete and utter trust and just the right amount of manliness. He helps me reprogram; he works with me and my past trauma. He holds me whenever I get stressed out and start crying.
But in a some ways, he's not.
He's not the crazy genius I imagined. He's not good at school or reading or writing. But he is smart. He figures out how to fix things, picks everything up super fast, loves (and sometimes creams me at) puzzle games.
He's not quiet, but his confidence and, yes, loudness, around people takes the pressure off of me socially.
He's not a patient person, but he is almost always patient with me.
I think the most important thing I've realized about him is that he is always, always, willing to talk and adjust. So whatever doesn't quite match up with what I originally thought you would be, he is willing to work on.
I don't want to change who he is though. I may not have envisioned marrying a man who is this loud, but it's one of the things I love about him. I may have wanted someone book-smart, but I appreciate our differences there. I love him how he is.
It just goes to show that I can plan and dream all I want, but sometimes what I thought I wanted isn't what I actually needed. I think Jason is what I need.
Please be Jason, and know that I love you.
