It’s a funny thing that, once you’re in, you’re all the way gone, until one day you’re out. But while you’re in you look at the adored, and everything is right. Well, everything except the tiny, back-of-mind fear of the if/when it all goes wrong.
“I keep waiting for the bomb to drop, you know? ‘Oh, by the way, I shoot stray dogs from the stoop of my apartment building. Hope that’s not a problem.’ Something to indicate we’re not as ridiculously compatible as all the evidence seems to suggest,” he says.
“I know, I keep waiting for the same from you. I think we’re going to have to have a falling out the old-fashioned way. By surprise.” I counter.
And this is how two friendly, levelheaded people fall in love, it seems. Endless, meandering conversations, compatibility, and comfort. Mutual admiration. Guffaw-induced farts. Late night and early morning eyelid kisses which are no less heart-melting for their hackneyed, storybook affect.
Jesus. I’m happily coupled. And bewildered.
Is this how it works for everyone else?
aw.
*insert whipping sound here*
To hell about how it “works for everyone else.” If it’s working for you, to hell with how it works for everyone else.
yeah, what Troyal said….cuz, if it ain’t broke, don’t you go tryin’ to fix it!
YAY YOU! (and HIM)!
That’s so great!
Not how it worked for me, but everyone wishes it were like that!
Congrats. Now send some of your mojo my way.:)