A year and a couple months
So, a year and a couple months later, I still know very little about relationships per se, but I'm in one. Somehow, I feel there should be a manual, but the more I'm in this, I realize each relationship is its own adventure--how it grows, which way it turns, how it lasts, is all a mystery regardless of the partnership theories etc.
What I do know is we love each other. We keep discovering differences--he loves history, I majored in math because it was impressive. He gets things done with efficiency, I dawdle and daydream as I piddle through things. He'd rather sit at the beach, I'd rather run 4 miles. And yet, we feel this growing bond that pulls us more tightly together and we feel so good in each others' arms.
How we landed together at all still befuddles me. Maybe we'll never find out.
The whole idea of where we'll live together, when we'll do that, whether I need to think about a driving commute, and all that jazz is hot on our minds. We approach it and then back off. We think and talk about what we'll need to declutter, let go, where the compromise is and then we let go and just have a good meal, or see a good movie, or go to the beach, or read. We're happiest sitting and reading together, quietly. And faux fighting--verbally sparring, and tousling...we're having a ball.
What I do know is we love each other. We keep discovering differences--he loves history, I majored in math because it was impressive. He gets things done with efficiency, I dawdle and daydream as I piddle through things. He'd rather sit at the beach, I'd rather run 4 miles. And yet, we feel this growing bond that pulls us more tightly together and we feel so good in each others' arms.
How we landed together at all still befuddles me. Maybe we'll never find out.
The whole idea of where we'll live together, when we'll do that, whether I need to think about a driving commute, and all that jazz is hot on our minds. We approach it and then back off. We think and talk about what we'll need to declutter, let go, where the compromise is and then we let go and just have a good meal, or see a good movie, or go to the beach, or read. We're happiest sitting and reading together, quietly. And faux fighting--verbally sparring, and tousling...we're having a ball.
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