My Sweeeeeetz. My Darling.

My light. My Joy. My all.

We live in a world that is so very terrifying, wonderful, and wild. This is true together or apart. I find peace kissing you, even amidst the chaos. On certain days, I think you might say to me that our kissing is part of the chaos. And on those days I’d agree with you. I’d say, Baby, you’re right, because there’s beauty to be observed in chaos, and if our kissing adds to it, it’s only to make it even more beautiful.

I loved hearing from you throughout the day yesterday. I especially loved talking to you at the very end of the evening. I love laughing with you while I lay on the floor of my study, lolling about on the floor, just talkin’ to my boyfriend. My buddy. This man I’ve fallen in love with. You really are a humdinger, you know?

It is almost surely imperceptible to you, but over the past week, I’ve felt the stirring of a slight shift in me. The quality of my attachment to you is, for whatever reason, trending towards security. I am not exactly sure why and I can assure you I will dwell on this realization and elaborate as I can. This doesn’t mean I’m grasping harder or anything. In fact, it’s kind of the opposite. It’s like I’m noticing that our love breathes on its own.

In the talk you watched yesterday in group, Brene Brown says that if you cannot measure something, then it is not real. I understand what she means. And I would say our love, and love in general, is real. So how do we measure love?

I think we measure love against itself. We perceive it blossom, grow, and transform within the context of time passing. Once it wasn’t there. Now it is and always will be. It’s like the skin around a soap bubble. Our love has the space and capacity for an infinite number of realities inside it. For everything.

Our love has profoundly changed my life. At first, it hit me like a brick: Funny thing is that the more expansive it becomes, the lighter it gets. Lighter than the air it breaths. This is the sort of thing that endures.

Wow.