Last Tuesday marked 5 months of being in a relationship. I’ve been trying to figure out what to say regarding how things are going, but everything I’ve written has just laid there, sounding trite and cliche. I do know that for the first time, in a really long time I can honestly say that I feel happy. 5 months in, and I still get butterflies every time I get to see the boy, or even just get a text from him. He’s so very good to me. I love that he will do things like save an episode of Batman for me on the DVR because it had Liberace playing not one, but two villains (and yes, it is my new favorite episode of Batman). I love that he’s willing to just sit with me after an insane day at work, and just let me ramble on ridiculously and never makes me feel bad about it. I love that we can watch Phineas and Ferb and never once does the question come up, “Don’t you think we’re a little too old to be watching a cartoon?” come up (Answer: No, no we’re not.). Speaking of Phineas and Ferb, I think it’s adorable that we both loved it and Gravity Falls long before we started dating. Just seems like a sign that we are made for each other.
See, I said it would sound really cheesy. Oh well, I haven’t had enough cheese in my life in the last several years. I had this carefully constructed shell built up around my heart that nothing could get through. In the last five months, I’ve been learning that it’s okay to let the shell be non-existent. It’s so exhilarating (and terrifying, but totally in a good way) to let my heart be free. Being vulnerable is really, really hard, but with the right person, it’s worth it. I think C.S. Lewis said it best…