|Recent Good Thing #1: For all who've ever wondered, this is what love is like.
||[Jan. 15th, 2006|04:54 pm]
This is the best I've ever come to describing how I feel about being in love. I'm very proud of this entry.
Had a very long, very wonderful conversation with my Ari just now. I love how it happens. Our conversations drift from subject to subject, not just for the fulfillment of each other's company, but also to satisfy the unceasing urge to know more about each other: to share past experiences, opinions, feelings, angers, joys. To be able to ask anything or say anything, knowing that it will be heard and appreciated and spoken of truthfully, for good or bad.
It seems every time we talk, something new is discovered. I learn a new thing about him, or something new we share in common, or I surprise him with something I say. This hasn't ended--in fact, the need for this daily connection is growing faster than ever before, and so is its depth.
I love him so much. I've been able to say this for quite some time, but I don't always see it as clearly as I have today. He is far from perfect, of course, but this only makes things more real and believable. I'll spare you from a long list of the attributes I could make in his favor; you've had enough of those, I'm sure.
All I can say is that it feels like he's an extension of myself. Like a third arm I never knew I had until I came across it again, and now that I've found it I feel this great familiarity and wholeness in it and in myself. Like it was the missing piece that, now found, is what makes me complete.
It's also a huge comfort to know that I still have myself, as well as him...that I've analysed and overanalysed him time and again (and hopefully always will) and still can't find any falsities in him or us. Also, that I'm not lost in this love or this need--I've kept my head this whole time and am able to appreciate him and still manage everything else in my life, all by myself if need be. His arm holds me up, yet I'm letting it do so willingly, not needingly. At the times it's not there, I can support myself with no trouble.
This is so beautiful. He speaks to me, not at me, and I to him. It feels there's something we share which is far more than a relationship. A month from now it will be 1 year, and I seriously am not surprised. How could it not be?