Four years

Today is the four-year anniversary of when Tim and I got together for good. I am not bored yet. I am vaguely surprised by this, but not. I just never anticipated loving someone for this long.

I know it's not that long in general. But for me, it is.

Four years ago, I needed some comfort, some change, and he was there and a good friend. And then about a week after that, I woke up in the morning and couldn't see for the stars in my eyes. Just like that. I went to bed, glad he was my friend, and woke up so crazy in love that I couldn't stop smiling for about four months. I just remember that time as a haze--just existing for and within that circle of our love. Things change as time goes on, though I do still sometimes miss that first heady rush of infatuation. But I wonder if maybe the solidity of our life together now is even better. I just love being so certain and never doubting. When I think about us not being together, it's because we're old folks and one of us is not around, not because we decided we needed to separate.

Though of course we've decided that we have to die at the same time. I don't think I could live without him.