It's incredible how easily J. and I talk about our potential future together. For us it's not something that might happen or that would be nice... It is something real and definite and amazing that we can't wait to jump into. We talk about college, not necessarily going to the same school, but being close. We talk about eventually living together and how mad our parents would be if we moved in together before being engaged. He apparently has even planned his eventual proposal, and dangles that secret in front of me just to make me wonder. We call eachother wifey ans hubby and talk about what we would even name our children... We're also comfortable enough to joke around and poke fun at each other- I probably call hum an asshile more than I do to anybody else, but we both know that I love him more than anything or anybody else in the universe. He's even watching me write this and I don't feel awkward or uncomfortable... He knows all of this as much as if he was in my head already. Sometimes when I feel like telling other people what we have in our relationship and how we talk and act, I feel silly or awkward... But not because I don't honestly believe in everything I say to him, but because I just know that nobody I talk to can really understand what we have. I've tasted fleeting love and unsteady love and I know that this is different... Others are only tasting untrue love at this point in their life, or haven't yet. How can they possibly understand what J. and I have?
I love what we have in our relationship, that we're both open and comfortable enough to talk about our lives together. I know he accepts me for everything I am and that I always will be, and I can never imagine not loving every single little thing about him. This is our forever and I would never want it to be any other way.
Have you ever been so comfortable with someone that you talked about your future often? Did it actually go as planned? Have you ever wanted to be on that level, but had a partner who wasn't ready? Let me know!
See you when I see you.
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