discovery
Something about the way he just sinks into my bed like it's a haven, his arms open for me to lay back into, our legs in an endless tangle... have I just forgotten what it was like with others? Or is this something solid and real?
I don't want to pick at the little things - I can't strive for perfection in a situation that involves another. We've built up such independent lives that as they collide we're bound to clash. Goodness knows I clash with anything that interrupts the plan I've laid out for myself.
I want to work on bolstering my life, making it so much fuller than it was a year ago. Last year I had the same things I have now - a job, an apartment, a boyfriend - but last year somehow I was barely hanging on. This year I want to take hold and really live it.
I don't want to pick at the little things - I can't strive for perfection in a situation that involves another. We've built up such independent lives that as they collide we're bound to clash. Goodness knows I clash with anything that interrupts the plan I've laid out for myself.
I want to work on bolstering my life, making it so much fuller than it was a year ago. Last year I had the same things I have now - a job, an apartment, a boyfriend - but last year somehow I was barely hanging on. This year I want to take hold and really live it.