The one I love

I do. I really love her. I always have.

It was a fateful Monday night in that basement club.We hit it off immediately. We somehow ended up talking at the bar. Well, there weren't that many people there, so I guess we had to talk to someone. And there we were.

So much has happened in the 12 (!) years since that night. But last night, I think we both admitted a bunch of stuff to each other for the first time.

The fact that we love other is old news. Last night was about something else entirely. After all of the confessions and major PDA sessions, I was laying in my slightly unsteady bed when it came to me: Her and I are like Pink and Carey Hart.

There's a great scene in Pink's edition of "Behind The Music" when she talks about a video shoot where her and Carey reconnected for what seemed like the 12th time.

I'm sure this isn't verbatim, but the quote went something like this:

"Carey and I could not see each other for like 10 years. But put us in a room together, and somebody's getting pregnant."

That's definitely this girl (let's call her "Sex Bomb" for now) and I. The last time we saw each other was at that Hollywood Bowl debacle a few months back. A bad scene.

But from the second we saw each other last night, it was on like Donkey Kong. The fact that neither of us is pregnant today is kind of amazing.

It's the oddest things about her that I love. Like her issues with being handed money on top of a reciept. Or that in the middle of a rather intense drug trip she came up with what's known as "Snuggle Points" (amazing story. Trust me). I plan on racking up as many of these points as possible.

Right now, I'm loving this picture she sent to me of her holding a big gun. It came with note: "I think you might like this one."

She was right.