Let's see.
I woke up at like seven this morning, drove to Brooklyn to pick up my coworker and take her to work out in Long Island...then I drove a little farther out and brought my Apple watch to the Apple store to get it fixed.
Hung around the mall while I waited for my Genius Bar appointment and bought a gorgeous glittery nail polish, an organic aloe and turmeric face mask, and two scented candles (FALL SCENTS FINALLY).
Left there and went to physical therapy, left that and went to pick up Cal and take him to the post office to ship off the mask he sold (his car got towed because of idiots not paying him on time so he couldn't pay the tickets he got for delivering THEIR goods) and then played hooky from tutoring because I had neglected to tell him I had tutoring so we were still driving around when it was almost time for me to go. I texted them and tried to reschedule for tomorrow (got no reply, so I'm a little worried, but still).
Checked up on my birth control prescription, and of COURSE the doctor denied the refill because they want me to come in and take another pregnancy test before prescribing me any more refills.
Never mind the fact that I'm ON my period.
But okay.
I only have pills left through saturday, and it's wednesday now. Yes, I'm aware I didn't capitalize the days of the week. No, I don't care enough to change it. Yes, I do care quite a lot, and yes, I realize that in the amount of time it's taken me to write all this, I could simply have gone back and made the adjustment.
It's not happening.
What else? I went to get gas & Cal got out to pump it for me (apparently he has a thing about that boyfriends shouldn't let women have to pump their own gas...I think it's a little extra but cute) and then we went to Checkers...
Oh yeah, we went to the bike shop too...and CVS and my doctor's office...
Sat outside his house in the car eating the food and found out I have to mostly stop sleeping over because his mom is bothered by it (grumble grumble) and then I went home.
Crazy rainstorm (got drenched) and then he texted to ask if I wanted to ESO for a bit.
Sure!
So we went online, ran through the sewers of the Imperial City slaying Daedra and being slayed by reds...& he called me on facetime audio so we could coordinate.
That was around 7:30...it's now a few minutes to eleven and we stopped playing a long time ago. He's been sculpting and I've been cleaning my room...still on the facetime audio.
Can I pause to cheese really hard here? This feels like when I realized that I can work on my novel around him...not feel distracted or self-conscious.
I fully expected him to say he had to go when he was going to start sculpting, but instead, he's stayed on the phone with me the entire time.
#happy
It's weird being happy again.
Wednesday, August 21, 2019
Monday, August 19, 2019
Funny how I overthink too much. Well, not funny.
Especially around my period. Wish I could shut my brain off or put my emotions on hold.
I’m getting better at recognizing when I’m overreacting to something - thanks Jayleen. She was my first therapist, and an awesome one. I’ve toyed with the idea of looking her up on facebook just to say thank you. I worry that it would be unprofessional or inappropriate, though.
Knowing her, however, I doubt she’d mind. She’d probably just be really happy to hear how much she helped me.
Know what? I think I’ll do it.
I’ve spent two nights in a row by Cal, and it’s about to be a third one. I went with him to work today, too. When I write it, it sounds unhealthy, but it’s a nice change from only seeing him one day a week and only for a few hours before we both fall asleep. It’s not like I make a habit of it.
Seriously, though. Things have gotten so much better since the “I love you” admission. Not that they were bad before - everything with this relationship has been on an upward trajectory since October of last year, and especially since late December, when we stayed up all night talking about us and admitting how we really feel about each other.
Physical affection is pretty high on my list of love languages, and that’s also one of the ways I’ve measured our relationship’s progress. He’s gotten literally a hundred times more affectionate in the past eight months, and we have gotten so much more comfortable with and around each other.
Like today, when we got back from work, he had to use the bathroom so he was downstairs for a little while. I came up to his room first and laid on the loft bed he’s built (from scratch, after being inspired by my loft bed, lol) and started playing ESO. He came in and walked over to the window, then turned around and on his way back stretched up and gave me a kiss on my forehead as he went by.
A year ago, that would NOT have happened.
And there’s so much of that now. We fall asleep holding hands. I get good morning and goodnight kisses on the cheek to wake me or before we fall asleep.
I’m loving it, lol.
Oh yeah! So, the other night before we went to sleep, I gave him a kiss and said “I love you,” and he went “I love you too.”
EEEEEKKKK.
Yeah. I’m such a dork.
To make it worse, my heart started pounding and he could feel it, and he started teasing me about it *facepalm of embarrassment* UGH. Why so cute and embarrassing at the same time?
Anyway. I feel really lucky lately.
I keep thinking of the first day I met him in person, when he came to visit my church and met my parents. When I got home that evening, I asked my dad what he thought of him, and my dad went “What? You want to know if you can fall in love and get married?”
Of course that was NOT where I had been going with my question...but isn’t it funny how far we’ve come?
My iPad battery is at 9% now, so I think I’ll publish this before I run out of power and it gets lost in my drafts.
See ya!
Especially around my period. Wish I could shut my brain off or put my emotions on hold.
I’m getting better at recognizing when I’m overreacting to something - thanks Jayleen. She was my first therapist, and an awesome one. I’ve toyed with the idea of looking her up on facebook just to say thank you. I worry that it would be unprofessional or inappropriate, though.
Knowing her, however, I doubt she’d mind. She’d probably just be really happy to hear how much she helped me.
Know what? I think I’ll do it.
I’ve spent two nights in a row by Cal, and it’s about to be a third one. I went with him to work today, too. When I write it, it sounds unhealthy, but it’s a nice change from only seeing him one day a week and only for a few hours before we both fall asleep. It’s not like I make a habit of it.
Seriously, though. Things have gotten so much better since the “I love you” admission. Not that they were bad before - everything with this relationship has been on an upward trajectory since October of last year, and especially since late December, when we stayed up all night talking about us and admitting how we really feel about each other.
Physical affection is pretty high on my list of love languages, and that’s also one of the ways I’ve measured our relationship’s progress. He’s gotten literally a hundred times more affectionate in the past eight months, and we have gotten so much more comfortable with and around each other.
Like today, when we got back from work, he had to use the bathroom so he was downstairs for a little while. I came up to his room first and laid on the loft bed he’s built (from scratch, after being inspired by my loft bed, lol) and started playing ESO. He came in and walked over to the window, then turned around and on his way back stretched up and gave me a kiss on my forehead as he went by.
A year ago, that would NOT have happened.
And there’s so much of that now. We fall asleep holding hands. I get good morning and goodnight kisses on the cheek to wake me or before we fall asleep.
I’m loving it, lol.
Oh yeah! So, the other night before we went to sleep, I gave him a kiss and said “I love you,” and he went “I love you too.”
EEEEEKKKK.
Yeah. I’m such a dork.
To make it worse, my heart started pounding and he could feel it, and he started teasing me about it *facepalm of embarrassment* UGH. Why so cute and embarrassing at the same time?
Anyway. I feel really lucky lately.
I keep thinking of the first day I met him in person, when he came to visit my church and met my parents. When I got home that evening, I asked my dad what he thought of him, and my dad went “What? You want to know if you can fall in love and get married?”
Of course that was NOT where I had been going with my question...but isn’t it funny how far we’ve come?
My iPad battery is at 9% now, so I think I’ll publish this before I run out of power and it gets lost in my drafts.
See ya!
Tuesday, August 13, 2019
I am incredibly bored right now
I’m on my break at work, but it has been incomprehensibly anti climactic. I was excited about the turkey sandwich I’d brought for lunch, but one should not apply mayonnaise if one is not planning to eat the sandwich for another seven hours.
Let that be a lesson to the wise.
I brought my iPad, which I’m currently typing this on, does not have enough of an internet connection to watch Netflix.
Meh.
At least I got my writing in for today.
Let that be a lesson to the wise.
I brought my iPad, which I’m currently typing this on, does not have enough of an internet connection to watch Netflix.
Meh.
At least I got my writing in for today.
Monday, August 12, 2019
Today was a great day
Really, it was.
I woke up, had breakfast (pancakes and detox tea), took a shower then couldn’t decide what to wear and ended up being 15 minutes late for physical therapy (oh yeah, I have a workers comp case going on; I bruised my knee so badly at work that it swelled up and I had to wear a brace for a few weeks).
Physical therapy kind of sucked because I was in a different, bigger room than usual and it was way too noisy and crowded. Once that was done, I decided I deserved some bubble tea to help calm my nerves.
So I made the twenty minute drive to Roosevelt Field mall, the only place I know of in Nassau County that serves non-milk bubble tea.
Finally got the order right: large passion green tea, pearls, no sugar, regular ice. The flavor was divine. Next time I think I’ll try it with extra pearls and light ice. That ought to be perfection in a cup.
While I was there, it occurred to me to drive out to my alma mater and see about why I hadn’t heard back regarding the phone meeting I was promised a few months ago. They got a new dean, and the science journalism program lost funding, so they’ve been pushing back the start date again and again. Now they finally said a year from January. Which sounds like 2021 to me. Good lord. I started that program in summer 2014.
Anyway, I decided to pop up unannounced and show my face. They can’t give me a runaround if I’m there in person, right?
Well, on my way up (omg. The nostalgia.) I met a woman in the elevator who was super friendly and started talking to me about the weather. Our conversation only lasted about thirty seconds, but it was nice.
Turns out I got off on the wrong floor.
When I found my way to the correct floor, correct office, and Maureen recognized me...who else should I see and then be introduced to but ELEVATOR LADY?
Turns out she’s the new dean of the Journalism department.
Thank God I was friendly.
I spent a little while catching up with Maureen while I waited for this new dean to finish her phone meeting, but get this. Before she went in for the meeting, she said that she and I would talk, and they’ll see what they can do for me, to see if I can finish up the program on my own. As in, before the whole thing restarts.
EEEKKK.
I didn’t end up getting a chance to speak to her about it today, because as soon as the phone meeting was done, she had an in-person meeting scheduled with some other people and then she was supposed to leave. To be fair, I DID turn up unannounced.
But I got to speak to the lady who manages her calendar, and she told me to email her so she can set up a meeting for us.
Check, done. Just gotta wait to hear back from her.
Then I went exploring the campus...oh how much has changed yet how much has remained the same. Oh! They’re completely tobacco free now. I wish I could tell mommy about that. Guess I’ll do it when I visit her grave next time.
I FaceTimed Cal to tell him about my elevator adventure and why I was there. He didn’t pick up at first but called me back a few minutes later & I told him all about it while I walked across the railroad tracks to 7-11 and got pizza, a hot dog and a slushee. Then I sat on the grass by the train station and ate while he stayed on FaceTime and played smash bros.
Did I mention the weather today was GORGEOUS? That late summer, 80 degrees, no humidity beautiful sunshine type of a day.
After I left my school, I decided to stop by the mall since...well, I love that mall and I hadn’t been there in a good 5 years. Besides, when am I ever that far out on the island?
Got me some fake white converse low tops (been wanting these for ages and they were only $10!) a yellow hoodie, a boho pair of lounge pants (omg they fit) and I got my ears pierced. I now have three holes in each lobe.
I just wanted to be like my mommy, okay?
She had three holes in each lobe.
Then I drove home, windows down, 70mph the whole way...While the sun was setting. Did I mention today was a beautiful day?
I’m grateful.
I woke up, had breakfast (pancakes and detox tea), took a shower then couldn’t decide what to wear and ended up being 15 minutes late for physical therapy (oh yeah, I have a workers comp case going on; I bruised my knee so badly at work that it swelled up and I had to wear a brace for a few weeks).
Physical therapy kind of sucked because I was in a different, bigger room than usual and it was way too noisy and crowded. Once that was done, I decided I deserved some bubble tea to help calm my nerves.
So I made the twenty minute drive to Roosevelt Field mall, the only place I know of in Nassau County that serves non-milk bubble tea.
Finally got the order right: large passion green tea, pearls, no sugar, regular ice. The flavor was divine. Next time I think I’ll try it with extra pearls and light ice. That ought to be perfection in a cup.
While I was there, it occurred to me to drive out to my alma mater and see about why I hadn’t heard back regarding the phone meeting I was promised a few months ago. They got a new dean, and the science journalism program lost funding, so they’ve been pushing back the start date again and again. Now they finally said a year from January. Which sounds like 2021 to me. Good lord. I started that program in summer 2014.
Anyway, I decided to pop up unannounced and show my face. They can’t give me a runaround if I’m there in person, right?
Well, on my way up (omg. The nostalgia.) I met a woman in the elevator who was super friendly and started talking to me about the weather. Our conversation only lasted about thirty seconds, but it was nice.
Turns out I got off on the wrong floor.
When I found my way to the correct floor, correct office, and Maureen recognized me...who else should I see and then be introduced to but ELEVATOR LADY?
Turns out she’s the new dean of the Journalism department.
Thank God I was friendly.
I spent a little while catching up with Maureen while I waited for this new dean to finish her phone meeting, but get this. Before she went in for the meeting, she said that she and I would talk, and they’ll see what they can do for me, to see if I can finish up the program on my own. As in, before the whole thing restarts.
EEEKKK.
I didn’t end up getting a chance to speak to her about it today, because as soon as the phone meeting was done, she had an in-person meeting scheduled with some other people and then she was supposed to leave. To be fair, I DID turn up unannounced.
But I got to speak to the lady who manages her calendar, and she told me to email her so she can set up a meeting for us.
Check, done. Just gotta wait to hear back from her.
Then I went exploring the campus...oh how much has changed yet how much has remained the same. Oh! They’re completely tobacco free now. I wish I could tell mommy about that. Guess I’ll do it when I visit her grave next time.
I FaceTimed Cal to tell him about my elevator adventure and why I was there. He didn’t pick up at first but called me back a few minutes later & I told him all about it while I walked across the railroad tracks to 7-11 and got pizza, a hot dog and a slushee. Then I sat on the grass by the train station and ate while he stayed on FaceTime and played smash bros.
Did I mention the weather today was GORGEOUS? That late summer, 80 degrees, no humidity beautiful sunshine type of a day.
After I left my school, I decided to stop by the mall since...well, I love that mall and I hadn’t been there in a good 5 years. Besides, when am I ever that far out on the island?
Got me some fake white converse low tops (been wanting these for ages and they were only $10!) a yellow hoodie, a boho pair of lounge pants (omg they fit) and I got my ears pierced. I now have three holes in each lobe.
I just wanted to be like my mommy, okay?
She had three holes in each lobe.
Then I drove home, windows down, 70mph the whole way...While the sun was setting. Did I mention today was a beautiful day?
I’m grateful.
Saturday, August 10, 2019
HE SAID IT.
Oh my gawd, oh my God, he said it.
I've waited nearly a week to write on here about it, because I needed to think. I needed to process it. To realize it's not a dream, even though I had a dream about it maybe two weeks before it happened.
He said he loves me.
I NEVER THOUGHT THE DAY WOULD COME! I REALLY DIDN'T!
You know me and all my stresses. All my insecurities.
But oh my god, he said it.
We were doing "stuff" (insert winky face and NSFW disclaimer here) and he said again that he wanted to come off birth control, for at least a month. Then he said "or we could just stop using it altogether."
Well, you know my answer: Not coming off it unless I'm married.
I'm sticking to that.
That led to a conversation about why, and why not, and has he really thought this through, and suppose I did and then got pregnant and we both live at home with our parents, then what?
He said we'd have to not live with them, and it would be good motivation. (Uh, hormones much? Guess I'll have to be the rational one, here)
BUT. That means he's down for us living together and having a kid.
I still wasn't convinced, though. I had planned that the next time he brought up the "no more birth control" topic, I would simply speak my truth and let it be, which was that I don't want to be nobody's baby mama. He said I wouldn't be, although he pointed out that technically I'd always be that whether I were married or not. I said he knew what I meant, to which he agreed, and still insisted that I wouldn't be.
So I asked why not? Why wouldn't I be?
According to him, because that's only the title you get when you break up.
Hm.
So...you don't see yourself ever breaking up with me? I can get with that. Still not coming off the birth control unless I'm married.
He also thinks the idea of not wanting to come off it unless I'm married is "cheesy," but also "acceptable" because I've come to the conclusion that it's a "me thing," something that matters to me, not just a parent instilled thing.
Fast forward a little bit and I realize that since we're actually having a legitimate conversation about this stuff and expressing how we feel about it, I might as well take it a step further than just "speaking my truth" and letting it be. I was going to tell him that I felt it would be utterly stupid of me to agree to have a child with someone who hadn't admitted to loving me (and as such I felt I couldn't be sure of it, even though his actions were great and said as much as that he did) nor had mentioned marriage. I mean, would he recommend that to any of his friends? Certainly not.
Here's how that went:
Me: "Another thing that's been kind of holding me back is..." [I had a stage fright moment here - I realized I had no idea how to put those thoughts into words that didn't sound accusatory - we were having a good moment, potentially productive and I didn't want to ruin it, nor did I want to sound like I was demanding a marriage proposal right then and there, so while I thought, I decided to kiss him to fill the time/space]
*kiss kiss kiss*
Him: [Interrupts kiss] "Yes, I do love you."
Me: 0.o
*kiss kiss kiss*
Me: [like two minutes later, interrupts kiss] "I never thought I would hear you say that."
Him: "Was that what was bothering you?"
Me: "Well...yeah."
We went on to finish up our business and have the most amazing cuddle session ever.
Later that day...
[via text]
Me: So it took you one year, three months, and eight days XD
Him: I wanted to be certain lol
ALRIGHT.
Now I need to vent/squeal/get my thoughts together.
So. Is this real? The funny thing about it is, when I write it out, or tell the story, it feels like it's a less legitimate admission or big deal than I know it is. Maybe because we were having sex when he said it, or maybe because it could have all been a ploy to get me to agree to come off the birth control, like I'd be so giddy that a declaration of love would immediately get me to toss out my package of pills and commit to a life of babymaking and potential (read: probable) financial stress.
But the thing is, (and I feel like maybe I'm just another naive girl saying this) I know him. He is not the type of person to let someone push him into saying or doing something he doesn't feel comfortable with. He would rather be honest and tell the truth even though it hurts than pretend something that's not real (trust me, I've been on the blunt end of the truth stick enough times to know this) AND, we've been together for three years and 4 months now. The fact that he hasn't said it before now...
He didn't say it back when I said it. When I asked him a little over a year later what he thought his threshold was for saying something like that to someone was, he said he didn't know, and that he didn't know what it meant to him anymore. That he used to think it was something one said after having been together for a certain amount of time, but he doesn't think that anymore.
He had, by this point, been asking me to stop birth control for a good four months or more. He could have said it then. Or at any of the other times. If that was his sole aim.
So this is why I think it's genuine and real.
I've also never seen him manipulate anyone for his own gain. Rather, he's pragmatic, fiercely independent and generous to a fault. Yes, to a fault.
Based on everything I know about him and his personality, he would not have said that if he didn't truly believe it.
And when I mentioned how it took ONE YEAR, THREE MONTHS AND EIGHT DAYS for him to say it back (lol), he said that he wanted to be certain.
Nia and I had had a conversation (I think before I even said it to him) about it, and she had said she could see him wanting to be realllllly sure before he would ever say something like that. She even said she wouldn't be surprised if he proposed without having ever said it only to have me go "but you haven't even said you love me!"
So......
God I've needed to write about this. But I couldn't, not at first.
I keep looking back at the screenshot I took of him saying he wanted to be certain to remind myself that yes, this is real. This part is real. You've actually gotten to the point in your life where someone has said that yes, they do love you. LOVE you. Not just "like" you. Not just "care" about you. They've been with you, seen you at your absolute lowest and worst, stayed, taken care of you, seen you bored, boring, depressed, anxious, happy, silly, confused, afraid...and they've decided that even with all this, they love you.
I didn't ever think that would happen.
Yes, a good part of it is because I didn't feel worthy enough, or good enough. I know that's a me problem. Even now, I worry that somehow it's wrong for me to be loved. For me to love someone. Like that. For it to have grown into this instead of being split-second-lightning-bolt-from-the-sky ordained from Heaven.
But I like it this way.
There's been a lot of blood, sweat and tears that's gone into this. Stress and fear of abandonment on my part. Depression and jadedness on his part. Well, both of our parts.
But I think what I love the most about this is that...I've finally found someone I'm willing to put out the effort for, and who puts out the effort for me too.
And he loves me.
I've waited nearly a week to write on here about it, because I needed to think. I needed to process it. To realize it's not a dream, even though I had a dream about it maybe two weeks before it happened.
He said he loves me.
I NEVER THOUGHT THE DAY WOULD COME! I REALLY DIDN'T!
You know me and all my stresses. All my insecurities.
But oh my god, he said it.
We were doing "stuff" (insert winky face and NSFW disclaimer here) and he said again that he wanted to come off birth control, for at least a month. Then he said "or we could just stop using it altogether."
Well, you know my answer: Not coming off it unless I'm married.
I'm sticking to that.
That led to a conversation about why, and why not, and has he really thought this through, and suppose I did and then got pregnant and we both live at home with our parents, then what?
He said we'd have to not live with them, and it would be good motivation. (Uh, hormones much? Guess I'll have to be the rational one, here)
BUT. That means he's down for us living together and having a kid.
I still wasn't convinced, though. I had planned that the next time he brought up the "no more birth control" topic, I would simply speak my truth and let it be, which was that I don't want to be nobody's baby mama. He said I wouldn't be, although he pointed out that technically I'd always be that whether I were married or not. I said he knew what I meant, to which he agreed, and still insisted that I wouldn't be.
So I asked why not? Why wouldn't I be?
According to him, because that's only the title you get when you break up.
Hm.
So...you don't see yourself ever breaking up with me? I can get with that. Still not coming off the birth control unless I'm married.
He also thinks the idea of not wanting to come off it unless I'm married is "cheesy," but also "acceptable" because I've come to the conclusion that it's a "me thing," something that matters to me, not just a parent instilled thing.
Fast forward a little bit and I realize that since we're actually having a legitimate conversation about this stuff and expressing how we feel about it, I might as well take it a step further than just "speaking my truth" and letting it be. I was going to tell him that I felt it would be utterly stupid of me to agree to have a child with someone who hadn't admitted to loving me (and as such I felt I couldn't be sure of it, even though his actions were great and said as much as that he did) nor had mentioned marriage. I mean, would he recommend that to any of his friends? Certainly not.
Here's how that went:
Me: "Another thing that's been kind of holding me back is..." [I had a stage fright moment here - I realized I had no idea how to put those thoughts into words that didn't sound accusatory - we were having a good moment, potentially productive and I didn't want to ruin it, nor did I want to sound like I was demanding a marriage proposal right then and there, so while I thought, I decided to kiss him to fill the time/space]
*kiss kiss kiss*
Him: [Interrupts kiss] "Yes, I do love you."
Me: 0.o
*kiss kiss kiss*
Me: [like two minutes later, interrupts kiss] "I never thought I would hear you say that."
Him: "Was that what was bothering you?"
Me: "Well...yeah."
We went on to finish up our business and have the most amazing cuddle session ever.
Later that day...
[via text]
Me: So it took you one year, three months, and eight days XD
Him: I wanted to be certain lol
ALRIGHT.
Now I need to vent/squeal/get my thoughts together.
So. Is this real? The funny thing about it is, when I write it out, or tell the story, it feels like it's a less legitimate admission or big deal than I know it is. Maybe because we were having sex when he said it, or maybe because it could have all been a ploy to get me to agree to come off the birth control, like I'd be so giddy that a declaration of love would immediately get me to toss out my package of pills and commit to a life of babymaking and potential (read: probable) financial stress.
But the thing is, (and I feel like maybe I'm just another naive girl saying this) I know him. He is not the type of person to let someone push him into saying or doing something he doesn't feel comfortable with. He would rather be honest and tell the truth even though it hurts than pretend something that's not real (trust me, I've been on the blunt end of the truth stick enough times to know this) AND, we've been together for three years and 4 months now. The fact that he hasn't said it before now...
He didn't say it back when I said it. When I asked him a little over a year later what he thought his threshold was for saying something like that to someone was, he said he didn't know, and that he didn't know what it meant to him anymore. That he used to think it was something one said after having been together for a certain amount of time, but he doesn't think that anymore.
He had, by this point, been asking me to stop birth control for a good four months or more. He could have said it then. Or at any of the other times. If that was his sole aim.
So this is why I think it's genuine and real.
I've also never seen him manipulate anyone for his own gain. Rather, he's pragmatic, fiercely independent and generous to a fault. Yes, to a fault.
Based on everything I know about him and his personality, he would not have said that if he didn't truly believe it.
And when I mentioned how it took ONE YEAR, THREE MONTHS AND EIGHT DAYS for him to say it back (lol), he said that he wanted to be certain.
Nia and I had had a conversation (I think before I even said it to him) about it, and she had said she could see him wanting to be realllllly sure before he would ever say something like that. She even said she wouldn't be surprised if he proposed without having ever said it only to have me go "but you haven't even said you love me!"
So......
God I've needed to write about this. But I couldn't, not at first.
I keep looking back at the screenshot I took of him saying he wanted to be certain to remind myself that yes, this is real. This part is real. You've actually gotten to the point in your life where someone has said that yes, they do love you. LOVE you. Not just "like" you. Not just "care" about you. They've been with you, seen you at your absolute lowest and worst, stayed, taken care of you, seen you bored, boring, depressed, anxious, happy, silly, confused, afraid...and they've decided that even with all this, they love you.
I didn't ever think that would happen.
Yes, a good part of it is because I didn't feel worthy enough, or good enough. I know that's a me problem. Even now, I worry that somehow it's wrong for me to be loved. For me to love someone. Like that. For it to have grown into this instead of being split-second-lightning-bolt-from-the-sky ordained from Heaven.
But I like it this way.
There's been a lot of blood, sweat and tears that's gone into this. Stress and fear of abandonment on my part. Depression and jadedness on his part. Well, both of our parts.
But I think what I love the most about this is that...I've finally found someone I'm willing to put out the effort for, and who puts out the effort for me too.
And he loves me.
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