If there’s anything I’m high on today, it’s happiness and love.
Today, I can say that the woman I love and I have enjoyed a full month of being officially together. I’m at that strange place in between “it’s flown by so fast” and “it seems like I’ve known her for forever.” Which, I mean, is a great place to be. I don’t hate it.
She is my high. Just thinking about her, or about the times we’ve spent together, or the excitement and anticipation I have for the next time I get to see her and the adventures we’re going to partake in, or just the very essence of having this amazing person in my life that I’m able to call my girlfriend, and that I have the privilege of being there for her whenever she needs me is enough to get me through a day. Well, that and coffee. But still.
She is my brightside. She always knows when something is on my mind, or when words are right there on the tip of my tongue, waiting to unfold. And she encourages me to speak my mind and practice full communication and talk things out rather than keep them festering on the inside. Now, mind you, I may not be the best at hiding it when I do have some lingering thoughts, but she knows when it’s something that I secretly do want to say, despite my constantly saying otherwise. Whenever I’m having a trying day, or I’m in a stressful situation, or I’m just not feeling up to par, a little sluggish, lazy, frustrated, or a cocktail of any of those, at the end of the day, I have her. So, how bad of a day is it, really?
She is my blanket. She’s comforting. She’s there. She’s unwavering. She cuddles with me and holds my hand and kisses me and reassuringly snips the thorns of doubt that I may foolishly grow on the stem of us. And I hope I do that same for her. She said it, and I’ll say it, because it’s true: I do find myself getting upset when dudes flirt with her. I try not to, but it’s my personality. I’ve always been like that, but to my credit, I’ve gotten much better at dealing with it and not letting it cone-pletely just shut me down. I just. I care about her. And hey, it also might have something to do with personal insecurities. Sure, maybe. It is what it is. But the fact of the matter is that the strong feelings that I have reserved for her and her alone are fully reciprocated And I know that. And I love that. And I love her. I’ll still tell a dude what’s up though, if I have to.
She is my love. Good. Golly. I just realized how fckn cheesy this ENTIRE post is. I’m actually creating metaphors right now. What is my life. Anyway. I might as well finish. I am in love with her. She reminded me of what it feels like to be in love, and to be loved back. She reminded me that love isn’t synonymous with pain. She brought down my walls, learned my secrets, and figured out why I’m guarded. And I’m confident that we won’t make the same mistakes that were made in relationships of the past. I’m not going to lie, I had adopted a sort of cynicism in regards to the idea of love and the thought of having a significant other. It had helped me cope. But, God, showing off His perfect timing, opened my mind and heart at precisely the proper time, just for her and I. And I couldn’t be more grateful or happy about it.
On a related side note, I am so freaking excited to take her through the midwest and then to Walt Disney World. I’m so excited to show her my hometown, to show her my house, to introduce her to my family and my pets and my friends, to show her the places in which I grew up, and to make new memories in places that have been a part of my life for forever. Then to take her to Walt Disney World and the Orlando area, show her my second home, and the Parks that have had the biggest influence on my life, and to just watch the awe and magic light up in her eyes is going to bring me so much joy, I just know it. I’m so excited to show her around, let her in on tips and tricks and secrets, and just experience that first time magic all over again. I just. Gosh. It’s going to be so great.
I love my life. I love where I am. I love who I’m with.
Here’s to many, many, many more months of Being Love, being loved, and living high.
I love you, Kelsey.