about a month ago, i found myself really frustrated as i tried to explain my relationship with bug to a friend. she was surprised, and a little concerned, with how serious we are, how sure we are that this is the real deal and that we want to spend the rest of our lives together. and despite the fact that i know with all of my heart that this is right, that we are right…i couldn’t elucidate that nebulous, existential feeling.
we’re both strong, capable, good people on our own. we’re not in anyway dysfunctionally co-dependent.
but we’re just so much better when we’re together.
i love her for her, that goes unsaid. but i also love her for who i become when i’m with her. i’m a more vibrant, comfortable, genuine form of myself.
i’m me…in high-definition.