and the stars are watching, too.
I love you more than I knew I could ever love someone.
And God it runs so deep
I can barely even breathe.
Let me be your shelter from the storm.
This time last week, I was running around frantically, getting ready for my trip to California. Now after a long flight in the early hours of the morning, I'm home, but the strange/wonderful thing is, I feel like "home" is now in California.
Home is holding her hand tightly.
Home is a sweet longing that led to tentative snuggles and glances, shy, cute moments, and the most perfect first kiss.
Home is our playlist on in the background and long talks about us - sharing stories and memories, and making new ones.
Home is falling so slowly, minute-by-minute, then all at once.
Home is meeting her friends and feeling comfortable with them right away.
Home is late nights spent with one another in the sweetest way.
Home is waiting for me and I can't wait to go back.
I had an amazing trip. I was only nervous about getting to my connecting flight on time, since my flight out of Nashville was delayed. But it was all worth it - the crappy airplane food, security, being nervous, walking down that escalator and into Kay's arms. I am so so happy I went, and that we got to spend so much precious time together. I can't stop thinking about how adorable she is (even though she'll read this and make that cute expression like "what?" but it's true, you are.)
Things were really shy at first, and I think we were both trying to see where we stood. After so long of hoping, meeting in person was really amazing. For the first time we could TALK in person. Look into each other's eyes. I could see where she lived, and meet her family and her friends. I got to explore California with her (we went to the coast, to an aquarium, and to a jelly belly factory, along with dinner with friends, shopping, and such.) I got to see somewhere new and wide open, and full of possibility.
By the third day together, we were so much more comfortable, and affectionate, and I love that. We aren't that couple you see making out in public, but just little glances, snuggling, or hand-holding, or I'd put a hand on her back. It all just.... SIGH. It all fell so sweetly and perfectly into place. The sparks I'd hoped for were there in full force, but it's so much more than that. (I am very very glad they ARE there though! It wasn't forced - just something we felt, and it happened very organically and beautifully.)
It's laying in bed talking about the future, and sharing parts of ourselves from our past and present. It's feeling so comfortable around her. It's being "good nervous." It's seeing the smiles on our friend's faces when they see how happy we are. It's being told I look "radiant" by friends who can see what love looks like on me. It's hope for a future that I know we both want. It's knowing this is more right than it ever was with anyone else.
This is our beginning, and it was perfect.
I love you, twirly