I’m violently and wholeheartedly in love.
this is not unexpected,
but it is worth saying.
over and over.

we were talking about comfort habits/foods/objects and I mentioned gum, then a bit later I was upset and Jake ran into 7-11 and came back with gum. how I love thee <33

Jake always knows what to say. especially when we’re creeping towards the early morning, wide awake after too many commitments. then he whispers to me of sidekicks and destinies, of love and depths. I melt away to sleep, surrounded by his confidence and his arms.

Jake has spent the last three days on the house while I watch and assist in awe. the opium den sans opium has overtaken our bed and made it a luxurious place to recline. I have made songs come forth from the piano. I have danced, I have cavorted. he is most fun. <3

Jake is napping on the couch. my heart overfloweth :“’)

I have such a compassionate, thoughtful, selfless, intuitive, delightful, poignant, intelligent, talented, and capable hub and best friend.

know who’s great? Jake’s great. Jake was ready with a big ol’ glass of ice water when I got home. he gives the best hugs. also he’s really cute’n’nyaaaarrhhh I make dinosaur noises when I think about him rawwwrrrr

it’s important to note that in the pantheon of things Jake does for me, the ones I post are such a tiny, tiny percentage – even if I was posting several times a day, the number of moments that make me pause and think, oh, wow, someone who does that for me/says that to me/makes that reference in that moment is rarer than rare, rare enough as to be a myth, a myth of flesh and blood under my hands – that number is woefully unrepresented by how much of my life I share online. we’re two people who could survive without a dedicated other, yet we’ve molded each other towards our collective center of good traits, far beyond recognition now. who would we be without our other half? “other half” is an inadequate term. half implies a certain type of completeness in what remains, an equality at least. what’s left of me after you remove the influence of my soulmate is like the salt and flavoring at the bottom of a bag of chips. it’s the right flavor profile, but without the substance of context, it’s overwhelming and off-putting. without Jake, I would have existed, of course, probably even been happy – but I’m so glad this is how we’ve gone. <3

Love is vivid. I never wanted the pale version. Love is full strength. I never wanted the diluted version. I never shied away from love’s hugeness but I had no idea that love could be as reliable as the sun. The daily rising of love.

Jeanette WintersonWhy Be Happy When You Could Be Normal? (via bookmania)

I think I’ll make it through the whole week on one nap with hub.