The difference between Boyfriend vs Partner

As I’ve gotten older, the way I use and define the word “boyfriend” has changed considerably. When I was younger and more indecisive, it insinuated someone I “hung out with” and liked for the time being. Nowadays it’s gotten even more intense. For me, a boyfriend is a partner. If you’re going to spend that much time, energy and money on another person why would you settle for anything else?

Over the years I’ve learned that not everyone who is single is lonely. Not everyone who is taken is in love. A boyfriend can be a partner but not all boyfriends are partners. I’ve always believed in the existence of someone who views relationships the way that I do and I’m lucky to be able to call my current boyfriend a partner. This is what it feels like/how I can describe it:

He’s him. I’m me.

I’m growing.

He’s growing.

I work.

He works.

We split bills.

We take turns.

There’s nothing that we don’t tell each other.

He can sense when I’m not myself. I can tell when something is off.

We’re a team.

A club.

A 2 person love gang that nobody else is allowed to join, though others can inspire and teach us.

We don’t need each other, but want each other.

He’s loyal and committed.

I’m loyal and committed.

We’re responsible for our own actions and thoughts but are an extension of each other.

I speak highly of him. He speaks highly of me. We’re each other’s biggest fans.

We can carry our own weight, but we offer to help each other if it gets too heavy or difficult.

We both have our own goals and dreams but support each other in those pursuits. Through words. Through support. Through constructive criticism.

He corrects my grammar, I correct his Korean pronunciation and photography skills 🙂

How was your day?

Get some sleep.

Don’t forget to eat breakfast.

Do you need help?

I believe in you.

Stay safe.

I’m proud of you.

I can’t wait to finish up this project and see you.

Sweet dreams.

We share our thoughts, fears and worries.

I run my own life. He runs his own. but when we’re running together the path clears up and doesn’t seem as daunting.

I’m good when I’m alone, but better when we’re together.

He motivates me to work out not because he wants to change how I look on the outside but because he wants me to be happy on the inside.

I push him to pursue his dreams so that he can work and build something that he’s proud of and doesn’t dread.

He offers his heart and welcomes me in, flooding me with a world of emotions and inspiration.

I show him things he’s never seen before and feed him new foods, awakening his senses and poking his curiosity.

We respect hard work and believe in the long term not instant gratification.

If I’m cooking, he’s helping prepare the ingredients.

If I cry, he listens to me.

When he hesitates, I ask him whats wrong.

He respects me even if he doesn’t agree. We agree on most things though, because we have the same values.

He doesn’t belong to me, I don’t belong to him but we belong together.

He’s both home and an adventure.

I get to be a busy, vibrant goal oriented woman but also a caring, thoughtful loving person.

I never have to worry about whether or not he loves me or cares. We make it known and tell each other often.

We’re in this together.

Partners.

Friends.

Soulmates.

 

My rare specimen.

I love you so much. Thank you for being in my life.

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