I’m so tired right now it isn’t even funny.
But I’m riding on post-migraine euphoria and the fact that it’s Friday.
We shot guns last weekend, had brunch with my parents, and went to church. And beyond that, life has been for the most part, very low key.
D and I have been together for 4 months now, and as summer winds to an end and football season gears up, it’s fun to watch D get into fantasy football.
We’re moving closer to that point in our relationship where people are starting to ask us if things are serious and where things are going.
We’re happy. So very happy. I miss him during the day and even though we spend so much of our free time together, I find myself so excited to see him in the evening. And even though we spend a lot of time just doing nothing, I’m so comfortable and happy and content that I couldn’t think of anything I would rather be doing. As long as I can do it with him, I’m utterly content.
It’s good. It’s so good. It’s practically a revelation - that this is a good, normal, healthy relationship.
That this is what love is really supposed to be like. With respect and joy and happiness. That I love him more with each day and I can’t wait to hear what he’ll say next.
And I’m so excited to see what happens for us. :)