- it is very difficult sharing a room with another person. not the actual sharing of space, but trying to mesh two different styles into one. i know my husband doesn't actually care what the room looks like, as long as he has his computer and a bed, and i'm happy. but my beauty products and trinkets and candles and stuffed animals just don't suit him. it's made especially difficult when one happens to have more stuff than the other.
- time goes both fast and slow when you're in love. on the one hand, it feels like it can't possibly have been two years that we've been together; and on the other, it feels like we've together for years upon years, we know each so well.
- doing mundane things with your significant other is so unexpectadly nice. simple things: grocery shopping, cooking together, taking naps, watching tv and eating chips. reading on the bed, while he's on his computer across the room.
- watching stupid youtube videos, marathoning shows, driving around town just to get out of the house, cooking together, having meaningful discussions, having dumb discussions, picking baby names, singing along to songs on the radio, eating dinner in front of the tv
- it is truly love if you can drive 9 hours to and from tennessee with only each other, and not drive each other crazy, not even argue about the music playing.
- feeling his weight against me. being half asleep and feeling him roll over and press himself against my back, curling his arm around me, resting his head against the back of mine.
- being absolutely engulfed in his arms when he hugs me. feeling safer than any other time.
- getting married at the courthouse and realizing absolutely nothing has changed, because we were husband and wife before, just now it's legal. we went out for a nice breakfast afterwards, but then we came home, watched naruto, and took a nap.
- sometimes i miss the early days, before we lived together, before we saw each other every day. when he'd drive 45 minutes and back to pick me up and take me to his house for a day or two. when going home was painful. when we were still getting to know each other. when i texted him saying i was sad and he and his friends came to pick me up at 11 at night and we got slushees. when seeing him was a special occassion, and being at his house felt like a treat.
- i miss staying up late, waiting anxiously for him to pick me up when he got off work late, and feeling like i'd burst with happiness when he came to take me to his house. that special feeling when we got there, of knowing that we had a night or two together before i had to leave. watching movies or tv late at night. laying on his bed, while he sat at his computer, playing music, and we'd just sit there, listening.
- existing at midnight, staying up super late to get the most of our time together. laughing hysterically, cuddling, the smell of cigarette smoke and cologne, undeniably HIM.
- it's not that i don't love living together and being married and seeing him everyday, because i do, but there was something so magical about those early days. there was a feeling that i can't describe and can't seem to get back. there's a hint of it, sometimes, when we're coming home late from something, driving at night, but we're in the wrong place, the roads are wrong, the streetlights are wrong, the car is wrong. that sense of...importance is gone. it used to feel like the time we got was so important, and of course it still is important, but our time together used to be limited, so it felt like we had to make every second count.
jan 6 2016 ∞
oct 30 2019 +