I had been counting the weeks because I couldn't yet count the months. But now it's 2 months (only 2 months!) and we are wholly, irreversibly, madly, amazingly, indescribably in love.
While on a trip apart pining away for each other, we recounted how we had only spent 2 whole weekends together. No wonder we're craving more time. Long swaths of time where we can tangle and gaze and do all the things that lovers do (that the Eurythmics crooned about) (sorry, terrible pun only relevant to 80s MTV fans!). (Puke? Or dance? YMMV.)
Every day seems to bring with it a new level of connection or a heightened bond about this thing we stumbled into without even looking or trying, and it's growing even deeper and more beautiful than I could possibly have imagined.
Here's the thing about being in love: it doesn't erase past loves. It does, however, remove their power. I have this overarching sense of peace now, about everything. Even the things that once smarted. Gone is any longing or wistfulness and I really just feel genuinely happy and content. (Like, all the time!) I don't know how long the honeymoon period lasts, but BRING IT, girlfriend, because this is fucking awesome.
So. In. Love.
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