If walls could talk

Meeting you felt like a miracle. Or a sigh of relief. It didn't happen right away, but it didn't take long either. Somehow a few dates turned into a few months, which not too long ago seemed impossible. And yet...it was easy. All we had to do was be.

I finally felt like enough for someone, just by being myself. You seemed to like everything - the weird things I'd say, my quirks, the plans I'd make, my fosters, anything I thought might be remotely off-putting to someone. Eventually, I just believed it.

Your eyes are the kind you can stare into, your voice silky and smooth, especially when the drawl pokes through. And a laugh from you - particularly a full and hearty one - is like the best feeling in the world.

You've taught me a lot too. Love, and patience, and what being a team looks like. I could communicate with you in ways that felt inaccessible to me before.

I love how you love the water, and drive slowly, and send me the 😘 emoji freely. I even love your rants!

We are different. I talk a lot. You enjoy the quiet moments. I'm a suburban kid. You're a southern boy. My mind spirals. You are calm. But this makes us interesting, and work.

I really hope this time is what you need to see all of what I mentioned. I say this because I believe you feel it too. I don't believe you moved here for naught. We were meant to discuss cameras and harmonicas and meet and fall in love starting in a parking lot.

Please let yourself be happy. Please believe you deserve this. And please don't believe a shoe is going to drop. We can't change the past, but to flip words you've told me before, "I'm not him."

Take your time, think it through, be certain. There is ease and lightness on the other side if you choose it.