I met someone new.
We’ve been talking for about three months now and I’ve been smitten since I first met him.
Honestly, I knew he was there for a while but I was distracted by a sudden change in one of my friendships that left me reeling. Then I started picking up the pieces and I asked the Universe to send me a new experience.
You know that feeling when you meet someone and it all clicks? Yup.
You know when they are the first person that you want to tell when something great happens? And the first person that you want to cry on their shoulder when you’re not feeling so good?
And all of that has been wonderful. I’ve enjoyed it immensely. But it’s not the most important part to me. The most important part to me is relating.
He’s not my savior and doesn’t make me out to be his either. He does his own inner work and is willing to share it with me. He asks about mine and stays through the intense parts. He knows his own boundaries and how to respect them with love. Then we talk about why we have those boundaries and whether there is another way we can express them. It’s a beautifully fluid and intimate relationship that I honestly didn’t know if I would find.
So I write because I am so grateful to have the opportunity to relate in this way. To see someone else and be seen. To share and to ask about someone else who is willing to share themselves.
I’ve been thoroughly enjoying the inside jokes, the random silly texts and notes out of nowhere. Laughing so hard that my stomach hurts and being a regular goofball. Having to say, “Stop! I can’t breathe!” from cracking up.
I am beyond words for how grateful and thankful and over-the-moon I am that I have the opportunity to have this relationship just for today.
I love you.