Others who broke my heart, they were like northern stars
I appear to have had an epiphany of sorts. The secret to a sane relationship is that if one person doesn’t do crazy ass shit, the other follows suit in the acting like a normal person. It’s like, ya know, role modeling positive behaviours or something.
No but for reals, I’m far more happy with Morgan than I ever could’ve imagined. Something about it works in such a bizarre, great way, I can’t really figure it out. We just seem to fit. It’s all easy and nice and fun and warm. I’m so glad I decided to give this a shot, because the negative baggage really means nothing compared to all the good things that she does and says and makes me feel.
I can’t really explain how it works. Actually, I can. Because despite the fact that it’s all a little overwhelming, I do mostly get it. I just won’t bore y’all with the details and sappy bits of info. All I know is that it feels like how things felt years ago back when I first started dating girls. When it was all more simple and exciting and fresh. When I wasn’t always wondering if this was ‘right’ or meant to be. Because right now, I have no question of that. It works. It fits.
Who knows if it will last. I just know it’s awesome right now. And keeping myself from getting into a serious relationship for two years seem to have been a really great plan. I’m putting up with nothing but the best, because I know I deserve that. And more importantly, I’m about twenty times better at being a proper girlfriend. It’s nice to have my instincts be healthy and my responses reasonable. The bad reactions just don’t even pop up. It’s so much easier to be a decent partner than a messy one. Less energy, I think.
Everything is just so much nicer, easier when I’m relaxed.
Morgan: You are most definitely my fave.
Me: That’s good. Otherwise I’d have to cut a bitch.
Morgan: No need to cut any bitches. Homie you can chill, I’m yours.
Me: That’s sweet shawty cuz you’re the dopest of all the hos up in herre.
Morgan: For real real homie. We do drop it like it’s hot, G.
Me: Fo real, yo.
No but for reals, I’m far more happy with Morgan than I ever could’ve imagined. Something about it works in such a bizarre, great way, I can’t really figure it out. We just seem to fit. It’s all easy and nice and fun and warm. I’m so glad I decided to give this a shot, because the negative baggage really means nothing compared to all the good things that she does and says and makes me feel.
I can’t really explain how it works. Actually, I can. Because despite the fact that it’s all a little overwhelming, I do mostly get it. I just won’t bore y’all with the details and sappy bits of info. All I know is that it feels like how things felt years ago back when I first started dating girls. When it was all more simple and exciting and fresh. When I wasn’t always wondering if this was ‘right’ or meant to be. Because right now, I have no question of that. It works. It fits.
Who knows if it will last. I just know it’s awesome right now. And keeping myself from getting into a serious relationship for two years seem to have been a really great plan. I’m putting up with nothing but the best, because I know I deserve that. And more importantly, I’m about twenty times better at being a proper girlfriend. It’s nice to have my instincts be healthy and my responses reasonable. The bad reactions just don’t even pop up. It’s so much easier to be a decent partner than a messy one. Less energy, I think.
Everything is just so much nicer, easier when I’m relaxed.
Morgan: You are most definitely my fave.
Me: That’s good. Otherwise I’d have to cut a bitch.
Morgan: No need to cut any bitches. Homie you can chill, I’m yours.
Me: That’s sweet shawty cuz you’re the dopest of all the hos up in herre.
Morgan: For real real homie. We do drop it like it’s hot, G.
Me: Fo real, yo.
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