Our story.

Oh Peepers.. Words fucking fail me. You know?

I spend every minute I can, talking to him. And when I'm not talking to him, I want to. And if I can't talk to him, I talk about him. And when I'm not talking about him, I'm waiting for the opportunity to talk about him again. It's maddening, but I can't not. I'm obsessed. And luckily, people are happy for me and they tolerate it. And also, I go "Okay, okay, enough." and change the subject a lot, I know my inner pinkness doesn't have to be everything. Balance!

I'm just so in love with him. And he is with me, too. We're exactly in the same place. This.. "Fuck this is fast and crazy and downright insane, but it's the most intense we've ever felt!" place. I fucking adore him. I admire his ability to let go of the past, his strength to move on and his desire to choose happiness. His curiosity, his senses adventure. Even the way he is adventurous. How he is inviting me in, rather than pulling me, yet holding back for my input. How he can just let it go and regroup, if there's not a mutual interest. Cause his interest is in being excited about it together, equally.

Talking politics with him is even interesting. He's not trying to teach me or tell me where I'm wrong. He's not trying to tell me anything. He listens, and shares how he feels and believes. In truth, we're very similar, and I'm so thankful our societies are so similar that we easily relate to each other's opinions. We share a lot of ideologies and opinions, except where he is slightly more practically oriented, I'm a little more humanity oriented. But the beauty is we bother understand that both things matter and are relevant, and we don't have a need to convince each other to value differently. It's very harmonic, we compliment each other.

That's true in so many facets of us. Our thoughts and opinions combined, spread out so nicely it offers a very nuanced picture, that doesn't conflict, but still leaves enough to be discussed that it's interesting and engaging.

He is so amazing, Peepers. He is so eager to make me happy, and it's entirely mutual. He says himself that he's easy to please, but I make him happier than he thought he was even capable of, and it's constant for him now. There are barriers broken for both of us, on that account. I've torn down those restrictions like a freaking jackhammer.

He worships my confidence. And that sounds so conceited to enjoy, but it's not the spotlight I'm interested in, about it. It's the deep seated recognition that I know he would never tear me down. That he supports me. That even the thought of anyone trying to undermine me pisses him off. Yet he respects me enough that he knows I'd want to, and am capable of, handling something like that myself.

I love that he feels safe talking to me. Insecurities, bad memories, things that he'd be afraid I'd get hurt about. That it only takes a little bit of encouragement from me, to make him open up entirely. He wants to be mindful of me, but there's nothing he could tell me, of his past, which is mostly what it's about, I'd be hurt about. It's part of him, it all contributed to shape who he is, and I respect that. And those insights are invaluable to me. I learn so much about him, every single day, it makes me feel that much more for him.

He has so entirely swept me off my feet. And I've done the same to him. We both feel dumb that we could ever have believed this wasn't possible, this intensity of emotion. But then, we also agree that everything till now was just prologue to our story.

M&C, Chapter 1.