Best eight months of my life
A year ago, I was in Hollywood for four days, taking a big risk with my not spectacular but nevertheless decade-long musical career. I met more than one hundred of the most charismatic and talented people I'd ever known. Some stood out with their voices, some with their energy, and some with their genuine smiles.
Eight and a half months ago I came back to LA and got to know even better 31 of those people. We were in competition with each other, but most of us were friendly to each other nevertheless. The very first week, one of the most talented and most authentic was cut. My respect and admiration for him shot up even higher when he didn't run home with his tail between his legs as I would have done, but he stayed in LA to support and encourage the rest of us who were still in it. He stayed. He fucking stayed. I think that was when I really started falling in love.
Yesterday we celebrated eight months of being a couple in our minds and four months of being a permament couple legally. Thank you, Vermont. We celebrated in the best way possible: mostly in bed. We took a few hours' break for him to rehearse for the band's gig tonight, and that was almost as cool as being in bed together, because watching him perform, even just rehearsing, is one of the most magical things on this earth. His voice is incredible and I'll never get tired of it, but combined with the way he moves onstage, the way he interacts with his bandmates, the glow of energy he gets from his audience and gives back a hundredfold, even if it's only me... he blows me away.
I noticed all those things in Hollywood last Fall. Back in LA again in February, I saw them even more, and started getting to know his awesomely convoluted amazing mind. The things he says... he makes me think and laugh at the same time. The ideas and images that he's able to express... I envy his way with words and probably always will. I feel blessed that I get to hear them every day of my life. He means what he says and says what he means, but never in a harsh way. He's considerate and compassionate and does his best to understand everything and everyone. He does more than understand me, he gets me. He gets me in a way no one else ever has and I can always be totally myself with him. It's easy for me to be serious with people, but I haven't always been so good at letting out my inner dork. He taught me that. He taught me that whoever I feel like I am on the inside, that's who I should be on the outside... even if it doesn't fit with the laid-back Southern rocker image people might have of me. He loves me for me, and I love myself most with I'm with him.
His smiles... there are so many. There's the all-out smile of joy that lights up his whole face and being and touches everyone in the room. There's the quiet secret small smile that's only for me, though I suspect others might notice it too. Nevertheless, when he looks at me like that, we're the only two people in the world. There's the sneakydevious almost smirk that makes his eyes dance and gets my mind racing with curiosity about what's going on in his. There's the tiny peaceful smile when he's asleep and I hope he's dreaming of me. There's the grin of happiness and satisfaction that can be triggered by any small thing, and I love that it's that way.
He's the most amazing person I know and I feel honored to be able to spend my life with him.
When minutes turn to days and years, when mountains fall, I'll still be here, holding you until the day I die
Eight and a half months ago I came back to LA and got to know even better 31 of those people. We were in competition with each other, but most of us were friendly to each other nevertheless. The very first week, one of the most talented and most authentic was cut. My respect and admiration for him shot up even higher when he didn't run home with his tail between his legs as I would have done, but he stayed in LA to support and encourage the rest of us who were still in it. He stayed. He fucking stayed. I think that was when I really started falling in love.
Yesterday we celebrated eight months of being a couple in our minds and four months of being a permament couple legally. Thank you, Vermont. We celebrated in the best way possible: mostly in bed. We took a few hours' break for him to rehearse for the band's gig tonight, and that was almost as cool as being in bed together, because watching him perform, even just rehearsing, is one of the most magical things on this earth. His voice is incredible and I'll never get tired of it, but combined with the way he moves onstage, the way he interacts with his bandmates, the glow of energy he gets from his audience and gives back a hundredfold, even if it's only me... he blows me away.
I noticed all those things in Hollywood last Fall. Back in LA again in February, I saw them even more, and started getting to know his awesomely convoluted amazing mind. The things he says... he makes me think and laugh at the same time. The ideas and images that he's able to express... I envy his way with words and probably always will. I feel blessed that I get to hear them every day of my life. He means what he says and says what he means, but never in a harsh way. He's considerate and compassionate and does his best to understand everything and everyone. He does more than understand me, he gets me. He gets me in a way no one else ever has and I can always be totally myself with him. It's easy for me to be serious with people, but I haven't always been so good at letting out my inner dork. He taught me that. He taught me that whoever I feel like I am on the inside, that's who I should be on the outside... even if it doesn't fit with the laid-back Southern rocker image people might have of me. He loves me for me, and I love myself most with I'm with him.
His smiles... there are so many. There's the all-out smile of joy that lights up his whole face and being and touches everyone in the room. There's the quiet secret small smile that's only for me, though I suspect others might notice it too. Nevertheless, when he looks at me like that, we're the only two people in the world. There's the sneakydevious almost smirk that makes his eyes dance and gets my mind racing with curiosity about what's going on in his. There's the tiny peaceful smile when he's asleep and I hope he's dreaming of me. There's the grin of happiness and satisfaction that can be triggered by any small thing, and I love that it's that way.
He's the most amazing person I know and I feel honored to be able to spend my life with him.
When minutes turn to days and years, when mountains fall, I'll still be here, holding you until the day I die