My reality

As I sit on the kitchen floor, wearing my boyshorts, a tank, my grey flowy vest and his wollen socks, while he’s making us breakfast, I realize something:

I really love this man...

Eventhough I’ve known this for quite some time now, there’s something about this moment that makes it abundantly clear that I do. There’s something about this moment that makes it impossible for me to even imagine ever not being able to love him.

Other peoples reality presses me to think otherwise and to keep in mind that dispite my feelings now, this might be different someday.

But in this moment other peoples realities are just that, theirs. This right here is my reality, ours. And in our reality, right this second, I could love this man forever.

Before he turns to pick up my breakfast and hand it to me I stop him and kiss him.

Because this moment is ours...