So we made it through our first month of living together. And we even still like each other. I even still get excited to see your beautiful face. There are these moments, these really cheesy moments that I probably wouldn’t willingly tell most people about. Where you just do something or say something in a certain way. Sometimes its your eyes, sometimes its your words, sometimes its your mouth, but it just makes me weak. In that moment, I have absolute certainty that I am wholeheartedly in love with you. I am absolutely certain that you and I are one for life.
I’ve been feeling odd lately. I’ve been confused by my lack of language for my space. But I think I’ve figured it out a little bit. Its that my space is what’s all different. Its my space that’s no longer mine. Now my space is our space, and I love that. I’m not complaining, just adjusting. Language is tricky. It takes what feels like such an individual private thing, and makes it something that anyone can talk about, cause we all have the same language and the abilities to manipulate it. I wish there were other ways to indulge you. I wish there were other ways to adore you and express my love. I mean I know there are and I do them. But it seems inadequate. It feels like there’s a level of depth lacking….
