I watched the notebook.
which of course makes me wax poetic about love, something I can't claim to know much of anything, let alone everything, about
I miss falling in love for the 1st time, or thinking I had, with absolute wild abandon because I had no idea how much it could hurt. And I miss having the faith to do it over and over again.
And I miss the first time it really was love. The best relationships change you, make you stronger, and show you what you could be. And it's not always positive, because who you are, what you are capable of, is not always something you want to know about yourself. When it was love, it was 2 actual people, stripped down to their true selves, loving the flaws, doing away with the ideals, and loving anyway. And being loved is something to be so careful with, because it means you can hurt someone more than any other person can.
But I am in love. And he is sweet, and kind, and patient. He doesn't expect more than I can give, and he is no one but himself. And he loves me.
Ok and yes, we fight over covers and he likes firm mattresses and I like plush, and his video game obsession clashes with my reality tv fixation, and we're both immature and bad at handling money, and we live with our families and he drinks vitamin D milk and I don't like vegetables, and he loses his reading glasses and I leave my jewelry all over.
But we're making eachother better. We're making eachother whole.