Let Us Talk of Love and Things.

I once had a family member tell me that I abuse the power of internet to the point of over-sharing, to which I rolled my eyes and snarkily replied "duh, I have a blooogg". I will not lie, sometimes I feel like because I have a core group of like, two, who I know will read everything I link to, I have a responsibility to not waste your time with pointless details about my life. But then I remind myself that this is MY blog and I will post whatever I want on it. This isn't one of those fancy "themed" blogs, this is one of those "random-rants-posted-at-three-in-the-morning" blogs. As such, it is currently 1:45 in the afternoon and I'm about to talk a lot about my boyfriend. So if you're not into that, go ahead and close the tab. I'm okay with it, really.

I have been with my boyfriend, Cory, for almost three months now and since we have already put the words out in the universe in our quiet little safe spaces, I'm just going to publicly announce that I'm very much in love with him. I know that putting it out there in such a public manner is a risk that could be easily regrettable if things go south in the future, but unlike any relationship I've ever been in before, I'm quite secure in the fact that we are going to last for a pretty long time. And if this wonderful, dizzying, beautiful relationship doesn't last, I won't regret it one bit. Because I am having the time of my life with this boy and all we really do is exist near each other.

Guys. I've posted before what I thought love would be like, it would be this cold lemonade on a hot summer day type feeling, to quote my younger self (hahahaha I'm only 21), but love, I found, while refreshing, isn't everything you need in life. We don't perfectly compliment each other. I mean, I think Cory is the yin to my yang, but there is a lot of tolerance that happens between us. He tolerates me singing show tunes on repeat every time I drive, and I tolerate his unexplainable love for the absolute dribble that the tv show "Rick and Morty" is.

This boy, guys, this boy makes my heart beat faster, and my knees go weak, and in one breath can tell me how much of an absolute diva I am being about not getting to watch "So You Think You Can Dance" while we eat dinner, and assure me that there is nothing wrong with me, except for maybe my compromising skills. He allows me to be my silly, sad, outrageous, obnoxiously loud self, and accepts me for all of those things, and tells me he wouldn't have me any other way. He tells me he loves me when my hair is all tangled and messy and in a knot on top of my head and my eyeliner is all smudged because I slept in it, and he tells me he loves me when I've just spent an hour trying to get my contouring right and braided my hair into a totally fabulous bun. He tells me he loves me because I am Alexis. I am who I am, with or without make-up and fabulous hair, and I love him because he is Cory, and he allows me to be lazy and not wear make-up or to be vain and put on all the make-up.

Plus he indulges my need to selfie. 

It is scary to think that I am 21 and have found the person that I know I was meant to find in this world. I don't care if anyone believes I can do better, I think he is perfect, and to me, there is no one better. Even after our first big fight, and our subsequent smaller ones that all ended with us laughing and drinking wine out of the bottle and giggling about how silly it all was between kisses, I still think he is perfect.

Cory isn't afraid to ask "what if"? Cory isn't afraid to go out and do things, he doesn't care what the world thinks. Cory is available to adventure with me into the great unknown and when I start planning extravagant travel itineraries, he is there right beside me, saying of course he will be there, but can we make sure to stop in such and such a place as well? Cory is my joker, my audience, my travel-companion, my guy who indulges my crazy fantasies and encourages me to make them realities, the guy who challenges me to think outside of my very small box, and my #1 fan.

I don't know what I am to Cory. He tells me he loves me, and of that I have no doubt. But I can't tell
you all the superlatives he has given me. I want to be his fangirl, his ever supportive girlfriend that challenges him to think about things from a different perspective, the girl who keeps him humble but never questions his character or how great he is, because c'mon folks, he is pretty great, and the person that he spends the rest of his life with.

So there it is guys, I am Alexis Olmstead, and I love Cory Forgaard, and that's the beginning and end of everything.**

Alexis Olmstead is a 20something living and working in Okanogan County, Washington. She spends her days scrolling through Instagram, playing with her new cat, Scout, and belting show tunes to her boyfriend and his two dogs. For more rants, raves, and opinions on life, check back irregularly. 

**original quote by F. Scott Fitzgerald "I love her and that's the beginning and end of everything".