Seriously? How cute is he? The cutest.
You and me and flat feet.
I miss you and our dances and that hallway and those floors and your feet and that day. Hurry here, mister.
If you know my mister, then you know that sometimes he can be a bit shy. But, give him a fancy hat, a pair of suspenders, fancy dancing shoes, or a trench coat, and he will transform in front of you into some swaggerlicious Southern Gent. I am a little afraid to see what a bowtie would do.
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This weekend was an important one for the mister and I. We needed to find closeness. And we found it. We found it in a homemade Greek dinner served under christmas tree lights, in a poorly-lit thrift store, in a dinner of hamburgers from a diner on Brook Street.
Breakfast on Saturday was coffee doughnuts and scones.
I don’t know who’s idea it was to put the most delicious doughnut shop and the most delicious coffee shop next to each other, but it was a very good idea. Nord’s Bakery & Sunergos Coffee.
Saturday was spent plundering the local thrift stores [Unique Thrift Store on 22nd Street pictured]:
This may be my most favorite picture I’ve taken of my mister. He is the cutest little button.
This delightful little yellow frying pan was on my love list for the day.
Dinner on Saturday was our favorite: Greek dinner.
- Falafel Sandwiches with Feta, Tomato, Onion, homemade Tzatziki sauce, and Kalamata olives.
- Pork Tenderloin.
- Cucumber, Tomato, and Yogurt salad.
- Beers. Lovely beers.
Sunday was for brunch with my parents, and a dark drive back to school.
It was a wonderful weekend. Just what we needed. I’ll leave you with this:
The night has set in. The loneliness comes with it. Oh, how I long for the day when my mister and I can fall asleep together every night.
You said to me, in the early hours of the morning, the day I left you.
”We shouldn’t have to work this hard at it.”
I didn’t say it then, because I couldn’t find the words amongst my tears. But, my darling bunny, you’re so wrong.
This is the only thing that should be this hard. This is the only thing that is worth this amount of effort.
A relationship is easy. A good, healthy, enduring relationship is hard. So hard. Harder than either one of us knows yet.
I am committed to you. Not out of obligation, not out of self-concern, not out of fear, but by choice, and out of love. You are my one. My only one. And I will work tirelessly at this relationship. I will make compromise after compromise, I will set aside my immediate desires for the greater good of our relationship. But I will expect the same from you. I will never ask you to change who you are, but I will ask you to change your behavior (and you should ask the same of me). To make a spot for me in your life, to keep me close to your heart, to put us first, because I will do the same.
For the first time in our almost 14 month relationship, the mister and I both have internet and computers with webcams…
It’s been surprisingly great for our relationship. Even if one of us is napping.
Love notes. When I worked my internship over the summer, my mister would often pack my lunch, and leave me sweet notes inside. This one hangs now, next to my morning things.
To self (one year ago, this week):
Oh, darling. There is so much here for you. This man will fill your heart with love that you did not know existed. He will fill your head with thoughts that you did not know could be thought. He will change your life irrevocably. Please don’t ever take him for granted.
Don’t carry the scars and the hurt left behind by some other man into this relationship. I know it doesn’t seem like it now, but you deserve this. You are worthy of this. Stop searching for his way out. He doesn’t want one. Stop waiting for the other shoe to drop. It isn’t going to. Stop putting walls up. They are so much harder to tear down.
Put yourself first. Put him second. Hold him as closely as you can. Know that it is in his love that you will find the freedom that you’ve been looking for. Know that having him in your life is more important than anything else that you have found. You will feel the urge to run, to put space between the two of you. He will too. Don’t let that happen. Let the selfishness pass and let him in. Let him in. Let him in. Again and again until he has filled your heart to the brink, and then let him in again.
(img: of the mister and I when we first began on this journey)
I was speaking words that were not filled with love. Far from it. And he was making decisions that did not put our love first. This was not the direction that we wanted to go in.
So there needs to be some time apart. Time to remember who I am and who he was so that we may be better lovers to one another.
I believe in love. More specifically, I believe in our love. This is not walking out, this is walking forward.
I want to see how he ages. I wonder what his face will look like with lines around his mouth and eyes. His hair will be pepper gray, like his fathers. Chest hair will abound.
I wonder if he will get any better at doing the dishes. If he will ever develop an inside voice.
I wonder how he will change me. Will I grow more patient? Will I grow to enjoy fishing?(No) Will I learn to play a musical instrument?
I can’t wait to see how we grow into each other. How our love will change each other.
(And yeah, I still have a lot to learn about my camera… and how to take a good picture in general…)
Just the other night, lying in bed next to my mister, I attempted to explain how I love him… I still can’t accurately describe it, after more than a year of trying… but I can keep trying.
Moonlight is dim, by nature. She gives off glow enough to light your path, to see your mistakes, and to cast shadows on the things you love. She cloaks the world’s mischief and denigration in her midnight, providing shelter for the less than moral. She is a shape-shifter, her only constant is inconsistency. Her light is dependent on her Sun.
The Sun, in his magnitude of wisdom, gives off only the brightest light. Illuminating the beauty of the universe, proving that even the flaws are full of beauty. The sun is consistent. He is always the same shape, always the same size, always the same bright, always the same light. He brings life to a dark and dead world.
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The mister and I started dating in November 2009, during my Thanksgiving break. After the break I went back up to school to attend one more week of classes and knock out my finals. Then I returned home for Christmas break and spent no less than 15 of my 20 days off snuggled up in his bed. I don’t remember having friends. I don’t remember seeing my family. I don’t remember going out. I just remember me, and him, and his bed, and Belle & Sebastian, and the Avett Brothers, and hungover Juanita’s breakfasts (with cheese fries). We were content to just stare at each other. I cannot recall the countless hours that we spent laying face-to-face, legs wrapped over each other, talking and learning about each other’s mind.
We didn’t go out on dates. Well, we did, but we didn’t date like most do. The first “date” came after I knew I was in love with him. Our second “date” was after I was certain we would spend our lives together.
To this day, laying in bed and looking at his face is one of my favorites. It reminds me of those very early days, when neither one of us had any obligations outside our cuddle quo.
(img via caiofabreucfa)