Our first roadtrip. I'm nervous about being in a car that long, I don't want to bore you or say something dumb. To be fair, I think our second date could be considered as a roadtrip since it was in Charlotte, but I digress. Your phone call wraps up and soon we're on the road to Asheville. In this trip we open up to each other even more, and you don't seem to mind the gore podcast playing in the background. I need your hand in mine like it's my own. Eventually, we brave the rain and traffic (and a little ink), and find ourselves in a time warp. A pinball museum. Inevitably, and on brand, we find Super Mario Bros. You tell me you're in love with me. I go quiet if only to take in that moment, to not forget it. A snapshot for my future self. I'm in love. You understand when the pinballs become too much for me to consume any longer, and we take a stroll to find cake to consume instead. Everlong plays over the PA system while we share a slice of chocolate cake and I'd never felt so complete. In love. Taken care of. To me, that will always be our song. | ![]() |
![]() ![]() ![]() | You know how to light up a room. When you are excited about something, it vibrates off of you sending that goodness to others. Your energy is unmatched of anyone else I know. When you love something, you go all in and it's so inspiring to watch. Getting to know you has been a pleasure, learning what makes you you has only made me love you more. Appreciate you more. Thank you for letting me be a part of your life. Thank you for letting me in on the things you enjoy, and sharing them with me. Thank you for being yourself, and in return, letting me be myself. Our energies compliment each other so seamlessly. You make me better. When I think of the dedication you put in for yourself to have a good life, to parent yourself the way that you do motivates me to do the same. You have are able to shine your light onto so many people every day, and I'm thankful to be in your light. |
december How did we get here? It's nice to be a passenger of life, sometimes. Watching events pass by like trees outside a window. Suddenly we're nearly a year in and it feels like yesterday I was slipping on that red jumpsuit to go out for the day. And that's what passenger does, it makes you look around at the stop lights. To realize what's in front of you. Other times, it's nice to be the driver. To take control of where we're going and where we want to be. A mixture of both is ideal: both passenger and driver; I'd like to think this is what we're doing. Being conscious enough to make decisions on where we want to go, but enjoying the ride along the way. Our love has been the tenderest aspect for this year. The break in the clouds to let the sun in. I hope we have more of those years. I love you. |
"You came into my life -- not as one comes to visit (you know, "not taking one's hat off") but as one comes to a kingdom. Where all the rivers have been waiting for your reflection, and all the roads, for your steps."
Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Vera |