I've never told you this, but I love the name Michael. It sounds good to my ears and it's so full of rich history. I also love the meaning of it. I can't quite understand why I've never called you that. I've never called anyone that.
When I first met you, I wasn't sure what to make of you. You were (and still are!) cute and friendly, but so nice! Yeah, that's not a quality I've found in people - let alone men - often. I was quite convinced that it was all a ploy. Nevertheless, you were persistent in your kindness and I finally decided to open myself to it. It took a long time, though, to believe that what we were building would have any staying power.
As our friendship evolved, I found myself falling hard for you. You were so sweet and handsome and kind and funny and smart. And the kisses were so yummy! You were an unfailing friend. You gave me a place to put it.
I have wondered, if we had found ourselves in different points in our lives, how it would have all played out. I can imagine no different path for myself, but it is easy to imagine a different path for you - one that very easily could have never crossed mine. But I have wondered... if you hadn't been there to be that place for me to put it, to be the friend I so longed for, what would have become of me? Would I have truly lost my mind?!
Your presence has this inexplicable calming effect on me. It's hard to explain, likely because I don't really understand it. You have this aura of security and stability. And since being with you, my life has been much more secure and stable, but it's still full of sponteneity and excitement on occasion. I've felt so loved and healthy these past few years. I've never felt the need to apologize for who I am. I can't tell you what an awesome feeling that is.
I love the way we just click. We are on the same level when it comes to so many things. The way we communicate, the way we talk about everything - from money to politics - it's unlike any other relationship I've ever had. You understand the things I say the way I mean them. And I'm pretty sure I understand you the same way in return.
I love how sometimes, like earlier today, we play. There's this primitive understanding that I need it or that you need it - that we need it. And there we are, wrestling around, having the best time! I love that you give it your all and demand the same from me. I love that it never goes too far. I love that it's just what I need to relieve stress, to exercise, to smile, to enjoy the rest of my day, to sleep better at night, to fall in love with you all over again.
I love that you do things with me. That's new for me. Think of all the places we've been together! Plant City, Cocoa Beach, Daytona Beach, Kissimmee, Ybor, Florida; Charleston, South Carolina; Jacksonville, North Carolina; Germantown, Maryland; Washington, DC; Gatlinburg and Sevierville, Tennessee, Fredericksburg, Virginia; Louisville, Kentucky; Charleston, West Virginia... did I forget any?! And that's not even mentioning the parks, the events, the lunches and dinners, or the roadtrips themselves. I've had a great time traveling with you. I love hanging out with you, even if it's just the couch for a movie.
I love that the few times we have fought, it has been a productive type of fight: one wherein we learn about ourselves and each other. It's always been respectful, I think. And we've always managed to keep it real, resolve things and be better for it in the end. It's not the type of fighting that gets swept under the carpet only to rear it's ugly head a few days, weeks or months later.
I love that you allow me to be cranky from time to time without giving me too much grief.
I love your inner freak.
I love the way you look in a suit. And that you're not afraid to wear one.
I love that you wanted to photograph me when I was a massive whale of a woman, nine months pregnant with our baby. I'm mad at myself for not letting you.
I love that you wept when our son was born.
I love that you stay involved with the kids. Even my daughter, who is not your blood, but you treat her as though she were.
I love that you strive for better for us, that you have ambition. I love that you never complain about things that need to get done, although sometimes, just sometimes, I wish you would.
I love that you whistle.
The rest of our lives is not enough time.
-tata
When I first met you, I wasn't sure what to make of you. You were (and still are!) cute and friendly, but so nice! Yeah, that's not a quality I've found in people - let alone men - often. I was quite convinced that it was all a ploy. Nevertheless, you were persistent in your kindness and I finally decided to open myself to it. It took a long time, though, to believe that what we were building would have any staying power.
As our friendship evolved, I found myself falling hard for you. You were so sweet and handsome and kind and funny and smart. And the kisses were so yummy! You were an unfailing friend. You gave me a place to put it.
I have wondered, if we had found ourselves in different points in our lives, how it would have all played out. I can imagine no different path for myself, but it is easy to imagine a different path for you - one that very easily could have never crossed mine. But I have wondered... if you hadn't been there to be that place for me to put it, to be the friend I so longed for, what would have become of me? Would I have truly lost my mind?!
Your presence has this inexplicable calming effect on me. It's hard to explain, likely because I don't really understand it. You have this aura of security and stability. And since being with you, my life has been much more secure and stable, but it's still full of sponteneity and excitement on occasion. I've felt so loved and healthy these past few years. I've never felt the need to apologize for who I am. I can't tell you what an awesome feeling that is.
I love the way we just click. We are on the same level when it comes to so many things. The way we communicate, the way we talk about everything - from money to politics - it's unlike any other relationship I've ever had. You understand the things I say the way I mean them. And I'm pretty sure I understand you the same way in return.
I love how sometimes, like earlier today, we play. There's this primitive understanding that I need it or that you need it - that we need it. And there we are, wrestling around, having the best time! I love that you give it your all and demand the same from me. I love that it never goes too far. I love that it's just what I need to relieve stress, to exercise, to smile, to enjoy the rest of my day, to sleep better at night, to fall in love with you all over again.
I love that you do things with me. That's new for me. Think of all the places we've been together! Plant City, Cocoa Beach, Daytona Beach, Kissimmee, Ybor, Florida; Charleston, South Carolina; Jacksonville, North Carolina; Germantown, Maryland; Washington, DC; Gatlinburg and Sevierville, Tennessee, Fredericksburg, Virginia; Louisville, Kentucky; Charleston, West Virginia... did I forget any?! And that's not even mentioning the parks, the events, the lunches and dinners, or the roadtrips themselves. I've had a great time traveling with you. I love hanging out with you, even if it's just the couch for a movie.
I love that the few times we have fought, it has been a productive type of fight: one wherein we learn about ourselves and each other. It's always been respectful, I think. And we've always managed to keep it real, resolve things and be better for it in the end. It's not the type of fighting that gets swept under the carpet only to rear it's ugly head a few days, weeks or months later.
I love that you allow me to be cranky from time to time without giving me too much grief.
I love your inner freak.
I love the way you look in a suit. And that you're not afraid to wear one.
I love that you wanted to photograph me when I was a massive whale of a woman, nine months pregnant with our baby. I'm mad at myself for not letting you.
I love that you wept when our son was born.
I love that you stay involved with the kids. Even my daughter, who is not your blood, but you treat her as though she were.
I love that you strive for better for us, that you have ambition. I love that you never complain about things that need to get done, although sometimes, just sometimes, I wish you would.
I love that you whistle.
The rest of our lives is not enough time.
-tata
