Love is our resistance.
I'm sitting on my boyfriend's bed. We just got home from date night, which comprised of going to the Outback Steakhouse together, and talking about recent goings-on in our lives. And it strikes me: I'm absolutely smitten. Not that obnoxious, false feeling of elation that only lasts for a certain amount of time, and only returns for short periods thereafter. I'm referring to a real, down-to-earth, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, feeling. Just knowing, for once, that things fit into place with another human being. Being able to talk about emotions and situations without fear of judgment or of not being validated. Working through arguments in a rational manner. Showing each other affection in the little things we do and say for one another. I think I've finally found precisely what I was looking for in terms of my love life. To think, it was sitting in front of me for almost a full year before I acknowledged and embraced what I had. Now that I have it, I'm not letting go for anything short of a full-blown turn toward chaos, and I've never been more confident that chaos will not ensue.