You know you know each other well when no one actually remembers when you started dating, but neither of you really cares, when people have exhausted themselves with pestering you about when you're getting engaged and still, neither of you cares. And contrary to how it may seem, this lack of care doesn't stem from some sort of insecurity, embarrassment, or emotional ineptness, but rather simply from the assurance that no matter what anyone says or asks or demands, in the end, it will go one being you two and that is the only perfection you will ever need.
And if I may say, it only becomes all the more delectable when you are married. The added comfort of coming home, truly, to one another, is by far my favorite aspect of this whole thing. Peace, solitude, and the fun of our space. This home has become a design project in many ways. We both cock our heads as we consider where the couches should sit and whether they should be angled at 35 or 47 degrees, we banter over where to place all of my (glorious) books, we shop for home decor, and walk out of the store smiling and nodding in unison at our "really cool, modern choices." These details have become another way to express "us" in a language we've created together. No, it's not really about the throw pillows or the vase on the shelf, but yet it is, because it's what we're creating together.
And while everyone keeps telling me I'll have my days of being at my wit's end due to food left out, toothpaste decorating the counter, or socks haunting the floor, right now I must say that it's nice to have reminders of this person around...at least for a few moments, since that's all they last. Our mutual hate of clutter and disorder is another unspoken romance language all it's own.
At this time in my life, I can say with all my soul that I am truly loved. How did this happen? How long do we have to enjoy it?
Today is fine with me.
