Anyway, the point of this post is that last night Jeff said he was hurt because I said no one gets me when I've told him that he does. I didn't know how to reply because I don't feel he gets me so much as he sees me. And I couldn't find the words to explain the difference.
He is the only person who understands who I am without me having to tell him, he just sees my soul in a way no one else ever has. He didn't need to know the details of my life, I don't need to explain what I need, he gives it to me without even knowing what it is. But he doesn't understand my view of the world any more than anyone else.
It drives him crazy that I like simple and girly things. He hates my choice of movies, books, music, even friends. Specifically to this instance, I know he could never understand the way I see the death of my father as a beautiful thing... no one can. He basically looks at life from the opposite angle than me. A yin and yang kind of thing. Not the same, but definitely complementary and right. He sees me but he certainly doesn't get me in the way I mean here.
Ironically, that's probably the thing I like about him the most. He is so much like me yet the absolute opposite in a million different ways. That's where the passion comes from. And it's the passion that will keep us together.
