That Someone Special

This will be my first blog on here. I named this my crappy blog because honestly it's probably not going to be that good. I don't have a vast vocabulary and my grammar is ok at best. But for those of you who read, thank you and feel free to leave any comments or maybe pointers that you have for me.
Since this is my first blog on here I figured I would do it about someone that I have in my life who has become very,very important to me. This is not the entire story, just a short version of it.
From the very first night I met her I knew that there was something special about her. She was wearing a dress and was just absolutely stunning. I had the hardest time taking my eyes off of her the entire night. We talked and joked and laughed the entire night and I think from that very first moment I was lost. But the fact was that at that point I had a girlfriend so any feelings I had for her I put aside.
The weeks and months passed and we became very close friends. There was a sexual tension between us that kept growing and growing until eventually you could cut it with a knife, but nothing came of it, yet (not for lack of trying on my part but that's another story for another day) I kept falling for her more and more but I thought that there was no chance she felt the same way for me. She was smart, funny, down right beautiful, and by far the coolest girl I had ever met. I had never met anyone like her before. She was her own person and didn't care what anyone else thought. Everything just felt right when I was around her. I think after just a couple of months I had completely fallen for her, but there was still the girlfriend issue.
I always tried to throw subtle hints to her hoping maybe she would catch on not to mention all the flirting I did. Must have made people around us sick to see me flirting with her like a teenage boy. Finally, one drunken night, I sent her a text confessing to her that I had fallen for her. Maybe not the smartest move considering all the beer I had drank, but who hasn't done something they thought was dumb when they were drunk lol. But I pretty much got the feeling at that point that she did not share the same feelings. In my drunken state I was crushed.
Another month or so went by and we remained very close friends and I still kept falling for her more and more each day. My heart yearned to be with her even though my mind knew that there wasn't a snowballs chance in hell of that ever happened, and yes I was still with my girlfriend at the time.
There was a day though that we were joking and flirting like always (and I like always I had the damndest time keeping my eyes off of her) but something seemed different. It seemed like there was a new level to the closeness. I quickly put it into the back of my head because I knew that there was still no chance of me ever being with this girl. Then one fateful morning it happened.
I had met her for breakfast and afterwards we took her car and went to the mall. I could tell again that there was something different going on between us but again I kept putting it in the back of my mind. After about an hour or so in the mall she took me back to my car she confessed to me that she had feelings for me, not just physical, which we both admitted we had for each other a long time ago, but emotional. I acted calm and even to this day I don't know how. The way I was feeling inside you would've thought I had just won the lottery.
She brought me back to my car, my heart was racing, my knees were shaking, and my hands were sweating. I felt like a teenage boy who's about to have sex for the first time, my head was spinning. I don't know what came over me but something in my mind finally just said screw it and I leaned over and kissed her, and she kissed back. I was blown away (and she told me later on that night that she was too ). On the drive home I was oblivious to everything else. All I kept thinking about was that moment when my lips met hers and time just seemed to stop. I'm damn glad I did not cause a wreck!
This is the point of the story where I don't feel I need to get into details, sorry for anybody reading this. Let's just say one thing led to another, me and the girlfriend broke up (wish I could say that it was an easy and clean break up but, it was anything but) and now me and the girl that I had wanted for the longest time are together. I am the happiest that I have been in a very,very long time.
She is everything that I have ever wanted and being with her is everything that I dreamed it would be. Like I said before she's smart, funny, stunningly beautiful, and the coolest girl I have ever met, and I truly mean that when I say it. I can't even begin to describe how amazing it feels to be with her, not to mention how absolutely fucking great (for lack of a better phrase at this point lol) the sex is. I call her my sexual oasis, she calls me her sexual god.
I love spending time with her, if I could I think I would spend every minute of every day with her. It's nice to go out with friends to bars or go to dinner and act, as she likes to put it, "couply."
We can hold a conversation for the longest time and yet it will seem like it's only been a few minutes. I love to hold her close in my arms while we sleep and be able to feel her breathe and I still to this day have the damndest time keeping my eyes off of her. I feel such a strong connection with her on such a different level that I have honestly never felt before with another person. It's exhilirating. I could go on and on like this but it might take up a couple of pages!
We have been apart for almost 25 days now as she is traveling around the Emerald Isle. Let me tell you that it has been hell for me lol. Not being able to touch her or smell her, or see her has been killing me. I know she is having the time of her life and I wouldn't want it any other way but there is that small selfish part of me that wishes she was right here next to me. Each day without her has been so damn lonely. My heart feels empty and I don't feel like myself without her here.
We have sent each other a ton of emails and she the past couple of weeks she has called almost once a day atleast if she can. Her calling has made a huge difference in making getting through this easier on me. Just being able to hear her voice, and hear her laugh helps get me through the days until she gets back.
She gets in on Sunday night and I will get to see her Monday morning. I'm anxiously counting down every second like a kid at Christmas until then. Today is her birthday and I wish I could be there this morning to tell her happy birthday when she wakes up. Instead I'd like to take this moment to say Happy Birthday Heather! I'll be thinking about you all day and I hope you have the best birthday you've ever had being you are in Ireland! I'll be thinking about you all night and all day (honestly I haven't stopped since the moment you left!). I miss you...
For everyone else thanks for reading. I'm going to try and keep up with this as much as possible. You're more than welcome to stop back in and read!