Ari. 23. I love babies and things that are white,
yellow dresses and kissing my mister's face.

This is a story about how I found my way.

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Yesterday.

November 24, 2011 marked our second year of togetherness. 

It marked two years of love. 

It also marked two years of trials. 

I speak of our deep and great love often, here. All of that is absolutely and necessarily the case. But I want this to be an honest place, one with true words and pure sentiments. 

There are absolutely bad times, too. Just like all relationships, ours is built on two flawed individuals. We are so young, just trying to grow as individuals while also growing together as a couple. This is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. 

But these days things are lovely. I am starting a new job on Monday, and we are relocating to Cincinnati. We will be moving in together into a tiny apartment (yet to be located), just big enough for the two of us, our wriggly pup, and his brothel of instruments. Our little family. I’ve never been more excited about anything ever, as evidenced by the extreme nesting going on in these parts. 

Our relationship is hard work. But it is the most worth it-thing I’ve ever known. 

Mister is my balance. He brings lightness into my dark clouds. He airs me out when I get too heavy. He gives my days a beautiful soundtrack. He is a lovely puppy-daddy. 

Benjamin Knight, 

I love you. I will continue to love you until the life leaves my body. There is no one like you, and I am so glad that you are mine. 

Love.

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