That whole missing Part Four thing
I don't write about my relationship a lot. Especially in comparison to anyone before now.
I'm actually far more aware of this than everyone on my journal is. On a daily to weekly basis even. And when I do, I'm realizing its more a constant to a singular comment of what it isn't or very heavily veiled commentary. There are some reasons I don't talk about it, that do have to do with respects requested of me, but there are other things I could be saying, should and would like to say more often.
I am grateful for my relationship.For my girlfriend. For being in a relationship that is so antithetical to any setup before it. For the kind of communication that is so real, so often and so deep it dares drama to exist at. For being the person who can always make me laugh, who will never get less than the unadulterated truth from me.
For being the first thing to make me want to write poetry again.
For gracefully managing the whole of this miraculously, mutually, unplanned event. For the bravery shown to me, and courage and confusion. For being my safe space. For being the place that I go to for most of my laughter and play. For growing and living beside each other in all the areas of our lives, related and not.
For the person I most want to tell about my travesties just as much as my triumphs, the person who I want to talk to first every morning and last every night no matter how good or bad things are going or whether the act is feasible. For giving me hope in adversity and faith in the hand of fate and new beginnings.
I'm actually far more aware of this than everyone on my journal is. On a daily to weekly basis even. And when I do, I'm realizing its more a constant to a singular comment of what it isn't or very heavily veiled commentary. There are some reasons I don't talk about it, that do have to do with respects requested of me, but there are other things I could be saying, should and would like to say more often.
I am grateful for my relationship.For my girlfriend. For being in a relationship that is so antithetical to any setup before it. For the kind of communication that is so real, so often and so deep it dares drama to exist at. For being the person who can always make me laugh, who will never get less than the unadulterated truth from me.
For being the first thing to make me want to write poetry again.
For gracefully managing the whole of this miraculously, mutually, unplanned event. For the bravery shown to me, and courage and confusion. For being my safe space. For being the place that I go to for most of my laughter and play. For growing and living beside each other in all the areas of our lives, related and not.
For the person I most want to tell about my travesties just as much as my triumphs, the person who I want to talk to first every morning and last every night no matter how good or bad things are going or whether the act is feasible. For giving me hope in adversity and faith in the hand of fate and new beginnings.