I appear to have found myself in a relationship. I'm not sure how it happened but it has. I can't say I'm unhappy.
He's sweet, he adores me, he wants to meet all my friends. He wants to show me off. He wants to go places, do things, wants me to meet his friends and become an integrated part of his life rather than some side-zone, discrete from the rest.
I've missed that. That's something I always felt was lacking before, and something I didn't realise I missed as much as I have.
He is always telling me I'm beautiful, that I'm amazing, or incredible, that he can't believe I'd be interested in him. He makes me laugh, has great taste in visual media and could use some musical horizons being expanded.
He wants to take me out on Valentines Day.
He wants to take me out in general.
But he has his own life. His own hobbies, His own friends, and lots of them.
But he wants them to be people I know. He wants to know the people I know, and he wants in return for me to know the people in his life.
That makes me feel so wanted, so appreciated, so valued. I haven't felt valued like that in a long time. Like I was more than a walled-off part of someone's life, kept carefully separate in every meaningful way.
When he talks about his day, he names everybody, and more than that gives me a full run-down on how he knows them, how long for, some ridiculous and irrelevant anecdote about them... I feel like I know them before I've even met them,
I feel that I belong.
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