I have all these feelings and thoughts trapped inside me. Some days I want to say these things that make me sad. It can be helpful to let it out. But I don’t want to write about sad things right now. There are things that make me happy and things that stress me out. Life is full of all kinds of emotions. At this moment, I want to tell the story of how I was feeling sad and how the man I love made me feel better by just being there.
He didn’t fix my problems or even try. He did something better. He took me for a long drive, hours out of the city. He talked to me. We just talked. This act of being my best friend kept me grounded. He made me laugh, and we shared new stories. I fell a little more in love with him. When I didn’t think I could love him more than I already do, he proves me wrong.
On a journey with a surprise ending, the map took us to an airfield in the middle of the woods. We parked and sat a moment, finishing our conversation. When I stepped into the dark, I lost my breath. It flew into a sky lit with twelve-thousand wishes. I almost cried tears of joy. I’m a country girl at heart, and adapting to the city has been difficult.
“I thought maybe you would enjoy getting to see the stars.”
I sniffled and pulled him in for a kiss. “Thank you” doesn’t do justice the overwhelming feeling of gratitude and love bursting from my every cell.
Relationships are work. Anyone who tells you they’re not is lying. But evenings like this, where my fears fall aside, and love sets a fire in my veins, I’m reminded of how easy they can be too. I want to spend every day with this man. Whether we are elbows deep in gross stuff or looking up at stars. Sharing time and space feels like coming home