Chris and I have been together for six months now. It's really not that long of a time -- heck, it feels like we've been together for *less* than six months. He's so easy to get along with, hours are finished in what feels like seconds. We don't even have to *do* anything! Sometimes we just sit and talk for... eight or nine hours at a time.

When I think about romantic relationships, I think of my good friend's many relationship failures where sex and drama were all tied up in "love." I was nervous that this would happen to me. (Not that I'm trying to say that it won't, because it's only been six months. But it hasn't yet!) He's seven years older than I am, and for us to be young right now, it makes a big difference. He lives forty five minutes away, has a full time job and a life of his own. I'm just now entering college and trying to figure out if the life I've planned for myself is the one that I want. I was told, and common sense told me, that this was the perfect setup for drama or... for him wanting something more from the relationship than I do.

But he doesn't! He's... great, so far anyway. He remembers little things about me, teases me mercilessly and won't let me win arguments or chess or scrabble... At the same time, he's very encouraging, thoughtful and considerate. He always gives me my space, and doesn't push for anything... 'cept for maybe a kiss every once in a while, which I'm happy to give. We have goofy dates and watch bad movies and play stupid pool games with his little sisters (ages 8 and 10). His parents like me!

We talk for hours about nothing, and try every sample at Whole Foods Market together, and argue about Prince of Persia.

We can be serious, too... and it works just the same. (:

Every day I spend with him is fantastic.

He's so amazing.