*this post was published at about 7:30 this morning, before speaking to you today.
Lean into the curves, Baby. It’s like riding a motorcycle. Take me with you. I can hang.
Speaking of curves, I was just sitting here at my desk thinking about your hands softly gliding all over my body that morning you came over and we had our little tea ceremony. Later, you nearly fell asleep in my bathtub while I buffed your feet with the pumice block. Then, we shared a late breakfast which included a little pastry that was like a cheese danish. I’m smiling now.
I love you wholly because I love you with every part of myself. I’ve talked to you a lot from my heart. I’ve saiid ALOT to you with my body. Im going to come back and say more about all that soon enough in another blog post, I’m sure. But here, I’m going to talk to you about why loving you makes sense to me intellectually. Im going to talk about how I love you with my head.
I love you with my head because I can see how the math works out between you and me. Our personalities and values are not identical, but rather, we compliment one another extremely well. We agree about fundamental things—even the importance of marriage, oddly enough. We both desire to be married to someone where we can be honest, vulnerable, emotionally intimate, spiritually connected, and real.
You and I both long for realness. We place a premium on kindness and think it’s important to build relationships not just inside the family, but outside—to cultivate community. Our superficial differences, such as certain political ideologies, make our conversations more interesting, and neither of us is so attached to any one position that it matters. We just aren’t that serious about that stuff, and that makes it fun even when we disagree.
I love your mind and watching you work through things. I love your determination, which originates from your mind. I love working my mind while you work your mind as we talk about Plato, as we analyze people, as we create together, and as we play.
I love how you enjoy new words, whether they’re the fancy academic sort or whether they’re slang straight from urbandictionary.com. I love when you make up words. I love the words we use together. Words like sweet. Words like baby. Words like windowpane moon. I love how you used the word mystery.
I love you with my head because I can see how you and me, with who we are and what we like to do, are well matched for this world. We travel well together. We enjoy being active. I will someday soon be able to support myself and even contribute financially. I have always wanted to build some shit. We love to sing and dance and eat together. And you understand me like I have never been understood before.
These are some of the ways it all adds up to me. This is part of why I love you so dang much.