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I'm fairly certain that I spent the day wearing someone else's underwear.
I want to leave the story at that - I did, at first - but I feel the need to explain. I could have come across the underwear from a sexy encounter, or from a bet. Maybe I borrowed it from someone, when my underwear couldn't be found. Perhaps it was left from someone who left it behind when I wasn't home, betraying my trust.
But that's not my life. Most likely, David picked up the underwear left behind in a dryer in our apartment's laundry room, and simply folded and put it away for me, along with the rest of our newly clean clothes. This morning, I put it on, thinking it was one of the newer pairs I have purchased. It wasn't until I was at work when I realized that the label was not one I would have bought (it's always more noticeable when it's a pricier brand than which you would have paid for on your own). At that point, I shrugged, and was happy that at least they were clean.
The story of my life has fewer ellipses, fewer cliff hangers, and fewer dramatic pauses than it used to have. But I am so, so happy. Life is good. It is steady, and true. I have reached a level of contentment that I have rarely experienced before in my life. Love, trust, and safety - my life is a warm, nutritious, home-cooked meal right now. And I'm lucky enough that it still includes dessert.
I want to leave the story at that - I did, at first - but I feel the need to explain. I could have come across the underwear from a sexy encounter, or from a bet. Maybe I borrowed it from someone, when my underwear couldn't be found. Perhaps it was left from someone who left it behind when I wasn't home, betraying my trust.
But that's not my life. Most likely, David picked up the underwear left behind in a dryer in our apartment's laundry room, and simply folded and put it away for me, along with the rest of our newly clean clothes. This morning, I put it on, thinking it was one of the newer pairs I have purchased. It wasn't until I was at work when I realized that the label was not one I would have bought (it's always more noticeable when it's a pricier brand than which you would have paid for on your own). At that point, I shrugged, and was happy that at least they were clean.
The story of my life has fewer ellipses, fewer cliff hangers, and fewer dramatic pauses than it used to have. But I am so, so happy. Life is good. It is steady, and true. I have reached a level of contentment that I have rarely experienced before in my life. Love, trust, and safety - my life is a warm, nutritious, home-cooked meal right now. And I'm lucky enough that it still includes dessert.