I remember when I thought I’d never be happy in a relationship. It was something that really brought me down. I was so scared that relationships for me would be filled with depression and loneliness. I wanted something wholesome and real and yet, I hadn’t been able to find that.
Yesterday, I said thank you to the universe, or God, or whomever was listening.
Because I’m happy. Genuinely and beautifully.
I got everything I ever asked for, packaged within a magnificent human being. I feel so fortunate. I feel like myself and this feels like forever.
I feel safe enough to allow myself to fall for him.
He’s amazing.
Yesterday, he accidentally said, ‘I love you,’ but obviously not in that way. I still laughed and teased him, then I replied, ‘I love who you are too.’ He’s sweet. I can’t believe I almost lost him by pushing him away.
I’m wearing his shirt to work today. I love it. I can smell him on it.
We had very good sex yesterday too. We started off with passionate kissing, then I got on my knees to give him a blowy and then we finished with slow, steady intimate sex. It was nice.
I’m happy.