I have the greatest boyfriend in the entire world. Sure, every girl on her journey to becoming a woman who is lucky enough to have found love would say that. But I honestly do mean it. I've never ever been loved the way that man loves me, not just physically, mentally, spiritually, intellectually. It just seems that we're a perfect fit. He's always there when I need him, he's a gentleman and he's always making me smile. We're a good team. He fills in my blanks (which I have a lot of) and he fills in mine. I look at him everyday and think 'how the hell did I make it so far without you?' I love him so much it's scary. It's kind of like I'm standing at the edge of a cliff and there's crystal blue water tempting me at the bottom. But I know if I jump I'll hit the water with a furious pang and probably bruise a few important body parts. But the thrill of the jump, the rush of the cool water around my ears, and the flutter of my heart falling would make it all worth it. I know I love him, but I'm so scared to fall in love with him. Maybe I need someone to push me off the cliff. Maybe I need someone to scare me, yell 'Boo' in my ear, like when you're trying to get rid of the hiccups. Maybe I should just close my eyes and just leap. I don't know. Forget the help, I know that want to do it on my own, at my own time, with my own courage, because I've fallen several times before. And it hurt. I scraped my knees on some rocks... and had my heart attacked by sharks, but I think I can handle it this time.