To quote a beautiful piece of art, the movie He's Just Not That Into You. "We are not the exception, we are the rule." This quote, up until now, has been my life. Up until now I believed that the only reason I didn't have an "exception" guy was because I wasn't worth it. Girls try to tell themselves differently; and their friends also add to this chaos saying things like "oh, he just needed to focus on his career." or "he's just not ready for a realtionship." Or my very favorite, "You're way too good for him." Well if I am, then how did I just get dumped? That's the awful thing about relationships. No matter what the problem is, it will have an effect on the rest of your life. Now you can decide how much of an effect it has, or whether it will be a good or horribly bad one. But in the majority of these cases its the negative.
I would just like to write that I, Chelsea Sara Applegate, have met such a man. David James Shannon Science. People, he is my exception. I wanted to write this because I was rereading all of my posts and realized that I should just change the name of my blog to: A Girl Who Likes to Complain About Guys. (That kinda has a ring to it. Maybe later) But I just want you to all know that, I haven't lost my drive to do good in the world. The drive is there and it is bigger than ever. College changes a person. No matter if you're getting drunk every night and party like an animal, or if you sit in your room all day everyday except for classes. You are away from your comfort zone and you are thrown in with all these other people and you hope that you just find one that you hope to be able to get along with the rest of your long life. I believe to have found that person. Mr. Shannon Science is someone who I don't know if I can live without. I never thought I would completely feel this way. I sound just like every other girl I know to have gotten married super young, but I hope to also have their happiness. I know that I have never had this kind of happiness. I have never had this kind of joy. All I want to do is be with him.
Now let me just tell you all why I am feeling these wonderfully amazing feelings. I met David in Science class. During a time in my life that was hard because of many reasons; being home, my brother dying, dating the wrong guy. Ya know, just the average problems. In fact on the second day of class, I passed out on him. I had donated plasma that day and I guess I couldn't handle his amazing eyes or something like that. But that story is for a different day.
I love how excited he gets when I come in the room. I love how he said the same thing every time I went to sit by him in class. "Sorry, there's not much room." I love how I could tell that he wanted to doodle in class cause he never really payed attention due to some "distractions" in the room. I love how when I would look at him he would always look back and sorta half smile. I love it how even when he was mad at me he still wants to be with me. I love it how he is protective of me. I love that he willing to try almost anything just to keep me. I love how I feel safe when I am with him. I love how I can only imagine my future life with him. I love how he moves his nose when he is thinking. I love how much he loves his sisters. I love his roommate Cameron and how much he sees in him. I love how much he wants to get our relationship right. I love that he is trying more than any other person to make me happy. I love that he is the kind of guy who will do service and love it. I love that he loved his mission. I love that he laughs at me. I love that he can make me laugh. I love that he loves watching movies and lets me quote as much I want and does his best to guess them. I love that he loves me. I love that we can joke around. I love that he holds my hand everywhere we go. I love that we talk. About everything. I love that he likes my family. I love that he is willing to help me become a better person. I love that he needs me to help him become a better person. I love that I have him. I love that he had a rough patch in his life and is willing to talk to me about it. I love that he is willing to change. I love that he loves me. I love the way he says he loves me. I love the way he looks at me. I love when he stares at me when I'm not looking. I love that he thinks about his life with me in it. I love that he tries even when I am moody and grouchy. I love that he makes me food, even when I know he doesn't want to. I love it when he calls me a pet name. I love it when he gets over his hatred for the word babe and calls me it. I love that he is in my life. I love that he cares about school a ton. I love his drive when he has one. I love it when he sings/talks in spanish.
People, that is just a fraction of what I feel for this man.
Anyone who is reading this, you will find a person like this. I promise. You just have to make yourself as happy as possible. I did. And now...I can't describe the complete and utter joy I experience every time I see his face.
I have found him. I just hope I can keep this one. Cause I'm positive I won't be able to live without him.
