Some people would say that being Miranda Priestly's lover is asking for heartbreak. Yes, my heart gets broken many a times. Cancelled dinners, terrible moods, arguments; they all hurt. But, what people don't account for are all the times I smile, laugh, and feel completely cherished. Those good times outweigh all the bad, ten fold. No one gets to see the part of Miranda that she brings home and crawls into our bed with. No one gets to see the part of Miranda that cries because she is upset or sad. No one gets to see the part of Miranda that smiles and laughs with sheer joy. No one, except me. I get to hold her in my arms and whisper comforting words to her when she is crying because the press has said something awful about her or about our relationship. I'm the one who gets to sit on the couch, in her office, and sneak kisses while she's working on the book. I'm the one who snuggles up on the couch with her and watches movies with the twins. I'm the one who gets to meet her at the door and say 'Hey babe. How was your day?' People don't understand that Miranda Priestly isn't the Ice Queen, Head Bitch, or Cold-Hearted Whatever-They-Say. She cries, she laughs, she smiles, she gets angry, she loves, she likes. She does all the things a 'normal' human being would do. She just happens to show very little of that to the press. Of course, why would a magazine want to publish 'Miranda Priestly; A Park Date Full of Laughter' when they could publish something like 'Miranda Priestly; Big Bad Wolf Huffs and Puffs and Blows Designers Down Again'? The press can publish what they'd like and people can form their own opinions about her, about us, but when she's laying in our bed, smiling at me or kissing my lips, I know that I would never want to share the part of Miranda that is just for me. I would never want to share the part of Miranda that is reserved for our bedroom, our office's, our kitchen, our living room. Miranda Priestly, Editor-in-Chief is shared with the world of fashion. But Miranda? Just Miranda? She's a whole other person that you will never have the pleasure to know.