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Worrisome

I worry my karma will be forever fucked for what I did to Good Will. forgive

I worry I can’t be trusted with another person’s feelings.

I worry this summer has turned me off of commitment forever.

I worry years of being selfish have ruined the hope of me maintaining a functional relationship.

I worry my ambition will prevent me from prioritizing a relationship.

I worry about having to explain my actions to the next man I date.

I worry many years from now, I will wake up and realize that Good Will was the best thing to ever happen to me, and I was the worst thing to happen to him.

I worry I’ll never be forgiven for my actions – not by Good Will, not by the universe, but mainly not by myself.

 

First, first

Good Will and I celebrated our one year anniversary recently. It’s a small miracle for me, as none of my previous relationships have lasted more than eight months.

In the lead-up to the glorious day (which I only remembered because I called my BFF for his birthday en-route to our first date) I made it clear that I would like to celebrate this milestone. Almost immediately after uttering those words, I became concerned that I was putting too much pressure on this arbitrary date.

Well our anniversary came, and it exceeded every expectation. Good Will was complimentary, he was attentive, he was simply awesome.

I said to him “I can’t believe it’s been a year and I still like you. That’s amazing! But mostly, I’m really happy that you still like me”.

And I am. He’s fucking awesome.

I’ve Been Found Out

For years, it has felt like I’ve been waiting for something. Waiting to be found, to find, to share and to love.

Well here I am, feeling like I’ve been found. It’s pretty special.

“I don’t have to leave anymore
What I have is right here
Spend my nights and days before
Searching the world for what’s right here

Underneath and unexplored
Islands and cities I have looked
Here I saw
Something I couldn’t overlook”

Momentum

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In a previous post I spoke about Good Will’s potential; well that potential has become momentum.

For the past four months I have been spending time with an incredibly special man. He’s kind, funny, smart, nerdy, considerate, and generally, just the best man I have ever dated.

We’ve had roadbumps, that’s for sure, but here’s the thing: I’ve matured as a partner. So these roadbumps haven’t blown up into fights or even arguments. We talk, he listens and we both adjust our behaviour. It’s like we’re adults, or something.

He’s not vocal about his feelings, but I’ve never felt more secure. He’s never told me that I’m smart or pretty or sexy, but he makes me feel all of those things every time we are together – who needs words when actions show so much more?

He’s great, and even as I write this post about him, I can’t help but smile.

Fingers crossed that the momentum continues to grow, because I don’t want this one to go anywhere.

Two Stories

After several dates with Good Will, my motto has become, ‘We’ll see.’

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The only reason is he is … complicated. And I know we all come with baggage and we all have issues from relationships past, but it’s difficult to remember that in the moment. When something difficult is being discussed, or he does something that isn’t awesome, I sometimes forget that there are two storylines going on in the situation.

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