Shitty rhymes

I’ve never had a love

That brings me to tears

I truly believe you come from above

Since before you, all I had were fears

Now that my heart is open

All I am is hopin

You never leave

Sometimes the voices are funny

He’s the best.

Remember the small moments.

My current thoughts on marriage

It’s very American to want to get married, I discovered.

Being in Australia the past few years I’ve come to realize the pressure here isn’t so high. The culture is less religious and the people are more relaxed. Many people here have babies before weddings and no one cares about the order. No one frets or fusses. They just live.

If they get married eventually, cool, but it’s not a big deal and I love that about Australia.

Because, for me, I don’t believe marriage serves a purpose. I find the idea very archaic and misogynistic. I don’t want to change my name or hope upon all hopes that he proposes just right. Or that he asks my dad for permission? Ew. Or that my dad walks me down the aisle? Double Ew.

All I see when I hear the word “marriage” is a trap. One big fat trap.

And why do we need to bring our relationship to the next level? Why do we think marriage is more serious than dating? Who decided this? Can’t we just move in together and be happily ever after? Can’t we just get a dog and call it good? Who needs a ring and a promise of forever? That’s fairytale shit.

I don’t need forever. I just need right now. Do you choose to love me today? Cool. That’s all I need. I just need today’s love. I don’t need tomorrow’s love. I don’t need reassurance that you’ll always be there because I’m not naive to think that we can promise always.

There is no always.

There is just now.

Right now I choose you.

And that’s all we can do.

Time fades

It’s wild how I thought I wanted to marry you

And now I barely remember you.

Your partner’s thoughts

I’m having a hard time watching you relax.

Never woke up in my dreams

I’ve been up since 6am.

And it’s Saturday.

Why, you might ask?

No reason.

Just my body clock telling me to pee.

Though, I have to say, I love this time of day.

Cuddling with him.

Being his big spoon.

Looking out the window

Watching the wind flirt with the tree.

It’s been magical

This morning.

And it’s not just this morning

It’s every Saturday morning.

We sit here

Sip our coffee together

And I dream.

I dream about my past dreams.

How I always wanted this

A man

A coffee

And a book

Wrapped into one.

But honestly, it doesn’t feel real!

How did I get here?

I ask myself.

Do I even deserve this?

My man is literally cooking me breakfast right now.

Truly, I don’t deserve all of this?!

It is too beautiful.

Too loving.

Too perfect.

And I know people say perfect doesn’t exist.

But those people never woke up in my dreams.

Sometimes

I’m so in love with my partner that it brings tears to my eyes.

The level of support I am gifted by him is unreal.

And his ability to create the most well designed spotify playlist is honestly beyond comprehension.

3 years going on 30.

No question.

Thoughts on a Tuesday

You know sometimes I think about myself and ask,

Am I dateable?

And I think about the app days
And how people would ask me what do you do for fun?

And now I would say,
I lay in bed at 645 and drink camomile tea.

Haha and there’s no shame in that. Like my life isn’t something to be pitched. I remember I use to pitch this story like I was something exciting when I never really was. Now being honest, I’m thinking, dude I like routine. I like sleep. And
I’m a grandma inside a 27yr old body.

And I’m completely cool with that.

Road trip thoughts

The thing I like the most about being in a “long term” relationship. Haha “long term”. It has been 2.5 years. That’s nothing in the grand scheme of things, but it’s all I got so fuck off. Anyways, the thing I like the most about it is the reliability. I have tested this through and through and I know without a doubt that this relationship is reliable.

We are two people who can sit in a car for five hours and say nothing to each other.

We are completely content with the silence.

We don’t rely on each other for entertainment. We just float in our own thoughts and once in a while touch each other’s knee for a love check-in.

It is pretty bad ass.

It’s not awkward or weird.

It’s still.

And as introverts, we thrive in the stillness.

And to be able to rely on the stillness with him is probably the best gift he could give me.