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.
6 months ago on November 26, 2011 at 12:16am
You,
I love you more today than I did yesterday, but not as much as tomorrow.
I didn’t know what that meant until I loved you. I didn’t know that love could change, and grow, and develop, and deepen like this until I loved you.
I didn’t know that the love you take really is equal to the love you make.
Loving you is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
Me.
via
antistatic
6 months ago on November 22, 2011 at 06:51pm
This handsome man is doing big things, y’all.
We’re just making it up as we go along, but I guess that’s how life always is.
My life has taken some interesting turns lately, including unemployment and moving back in with my parents. But he is helping me find my purpose. For now, it is doing whatever I can to help him find his way.
I hope that if I spend some time just living, that my purpose will find me.
So in the meantime, we are moving to the country. I need some space to stretch my legs and let my mind air out. Not to mention some time to pad my wallet. City living is pricey these days!
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antistatic
8 months ago on September 28, 2011 at 12:20am
Love is a feeling, paired with a choice.
I read that once, though I cannot remember where. Those words have not left my brain since then. They are present in all of my thoughts.
Love is a feeling. Feelings will twist and fade, and new ones will take their place. There is no constant, no steady rock on which to lay my head. There is no air of permanence here.
Love is also a choice. It is the knowledge that feelings are ever-changing, and the decision to be here anyway. It is the decision to find new ways to let love in. It is a decision to make this a full-time job. It is the knowledge that there will be rough patches (like, really rough patches) and the active choice to be present in this relationship anyway. It is tossing out all of the romanticized notions of storybook love and finding a way to make a space for love in your head.
It is not easy, but it is so, so worth it.
8 months ago on September 16, 2011 at 01:06am
1 year ago on March 06, 2011 at 06:00pm
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1 year ago on February 20, 2011 at 12:00pm
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1 year ago on February 14, 2011 at 04:17pm
I have, you know. Since the very beginning.
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1 year ago on February 11, 2011 at 03:00pm
Dear you,
I know you. I know you and I know that face. Your eyes tell of your discomfort in the presence of a camera. The smile forming in the corners of your mouth speaks to the tenderness of your love. I’m sorry, but I won’t stop taking pictures of you looking at me. I want to always know how you looked at me when we were young, penniless, earnest, and madly in love.
I awoke this morning with such a tenderness in my heart. I love you more today than I did yesterday. I will love you more tomorrow than I did today. This love has taught me many things, but most importantly about the healing power and multiplying nature of love.
We’ve been in a rough spot for longer than wanted, but I rest at night because I know that we will be okay. Because this is a real love. The lasting kind. The kind that will transform us, the kind that will nurture us, the kind that will heal us.
In the darkness of the winter, I turn to our love and find shelter. It is a light in the dark, a warm hearth in the cold. You are my happy place.
I love you. Mean it.
1 year ago on February 10, 2011 at 02:32pm
