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we have found each other.
2010-03-03 @ 9:01 p.m.
i can never really articulate the feeling i have, and i guess that's why so many poets and playwrights and novelists and artists throughout history have created so much devoted to the subject. i am so in love with this man. i think of him when i wake up and right before i go to sleep and a million times in between. i love every inch of his body and every stupid face he makes and every silly thing he says to me. he calls me every day just to see how i'm doing and to talk, and we talk for an hour or more about absolutely nothing. he makes me laugh and my happiness is so pure and unadulterated that it frightens even me sometimes. i never thought love could be so honest and so uncomplicated. i've never been so sure of anything in my entire life. with him, i don't wonder about the future and IF he fits in it. when we talk about the future it's assumed that we'll be together, like there's no other option. it's like, "oh, next christmas, let's do this." there's no reason to think otherwise. it's beautiful. that's really all. i just can't explain it or create any kind of metaphor to describe it. it just is what it is, and it's perfect, and i love him, and he loves me. there is no more searching. we have found each other. |