The Love of my Life
I do have a love life. She is old, ancient even. She isn't pretty all the time - but I don't mind, because I love Her; wrinkles, scars and every blemish. She never spurns my advances - in fact, She embraces them with open arms. It is my greatest honour when She invites me to sup with Her at the Royal Banquet, in the presence of the Lamb. She is the Holy Mother Church. May I never cease loving Her.
On a more physical/carnal note, there is indeed a woman whom I love. So filled am I with love for her that her presence alone greatly enamors me. She is one I have took to describing as the 'model Orthodox lady' - and it is only logical that one such as myself would be attracted to her. In addition, she is Slavic, beautiful and has a pretty accent!
Externals aside, she has won both my admiration and respect for the sheer amount of dedication and work she puts into studying and housework. She has a lovely childlike charm that has is sadly lacking in most women of marriageable age today. She is sympathetic and understanding, but can be stern if need be (yes, she has admonished me before). I see in her many qualities that would make a suitable wife and mother, but I do not love her because of these. I love how long-winded she is most of the time, I love how she cuts me off in mid-speech sometimes (bear it mind this is no easy feat), I love the way she is slightly anti-social - yes, these do annoy me at times, but I love her in spite of them.
She is older than I am by a great number of years, but I do not care. Perhaps I have developed an attraction to older women after being repulsed time and time again by girls my age. Perhaps I am a teleiophile. Perhaps I am attracted to maturity - I've long said the most alluring part of a woman is her brain. A beautiful body/face can only last for so long. Whatever the case, Olesya has my love. Should God decide that she reciprocate it, I would be most grateful and honoured.