This is about someone feeling like home from the very first moment. This is about the smell of pine trees, a Spoon album, an unusual number of tiki bars, too many hours in airports and humming planes, a lot of tears, and joy so big and unexpected and normal and every day that I don’t know how I thought the previous 28 years were living or anything close to it.
This is about the person whose soul combines with mine to create a whole that is vastly, irrefutably, uncountably greater than the sum of its parts.
This is about finding myself. This is about letting someone else in. This is about letting someone take care of me. This about being wholly myself and knowing I’m still loved.
This about seeing someone’s entire being and loving all of it. This is about finally understanding love is all the time, unconditional, a choice, intentional. This is about faults and miscommunications and a lot feelings and a lot of miles and a lot of risk and a lot of uncertainty. This about knowing I can’t spend one more day without.
This is about falling in love despite, not because.
This is about what it took to fall asleep next to my person every night for the rest of my life.
This is about us.
Just Like Heaven — The Cure