I’m having a hard time watching you relax.
I’ve been up since 6am.
And it’s Saturday.
Why, you might ask?
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
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
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.
And I know people say perfect doesn’t exist.
But those people never woke up in my dreams.
Of the night
In my dreams
I come home exhausted and defeated after a two hour walk with my psycho dog
And there in the house is my boyfriend.
My boyfriend who is suppose to be at the job site.
The boyfriend I just got off the phone with.
He’s in the house.
With a bouquet of roses, dinner made, candle lit and music playing.
I’m not joking.
I started crying.
I was so shocked at this huge display of love.
I lost it.
Sometimes a person’s love for you will do that.
It will just sneak up on you and reintroduce itself.
Hey Brooke, my name is love.
We met a while ago, but you’ve gotten a bit comfortable and have forgotten me so I thought I’d reintroduce myself.
It was gentle.
And the biggest relief to have dinner made.
Because Fuck I love food.
And he nailed it.
Truly, I am so honored to be his partner in this lifetime.
What a fucking legend.
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.
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.