Love and all the attendant problems

Here i am in sunnystate, typing at my blog, while the boy sleeps away the excellent Boston Market turkey
We have missed our annual tradition of insane After Thanksgiving sales, when I makeboy get up at 4 am and stand in line outside Macys
He's sleeping away the gorgeous monring.
Something that would have made me sooo mad when we were living together and got one of those precious weekends when he was not working
And I am not following nor did I put together any a super organized vacation "must do" list.
After 5 years of hard learning, I am finally relaxing and letting go of my Personality A control freak nature.
The day before I left, I met the newfriend C's sister, who went on and on about her new love
And I liked her and all that but it was rather long and just-fell-in-love story about finding him etc etc
And newfriend C did the same thing about her man
And I appreciate love but I can't get myself to say that what the boy and I have is magic and and how it was fate and how it is dreamy and perfect.
Our meeting and relationshp is/was magical and beautiful but it's also been tremendous hard work
And I wish I had told C & her sister that, especially when she told roommie (she who had just gotten out of rubbish relationship) 'not to worry as there is a man out there who will be just perfect."
That's garbage, isn't it?
Nobody is perfect. And certainly nobody can live up to that kind of expectations.
And it is disconcerting as heck when people tell you about the magical feeling that you are supposed to feel inside when you meet the one, etc
when really, its all about trying and and sticking to it and making it work. and learning and forgiving and living and forgetting and letting go and relaxing and working and crying and laughing and being silly and serious and all that.