I am so fucking lucky. I love her, so much. More than anything, I love her. I've given up everything to be with her; I'd do it again, and again. There's no place in the world that I'd rather be than here, with her. She gives me the most fundamental, crucial elements of life. Someone to rub my back and listen when all I can do is sob. Someone to pleasure. Someone to protect. Someone to need. I'm constantly struck by how incredible this is. The odds that I could've found someone so utterly and completely perfect for me seem, in retrospect, astronomical. That we could be together, despite starting out on opposite sides of the continent, even moreso. If her mother hadn't been such a wonderful, welcoming person; if I had never mustered the courage to take that final plunge; if a certain someone hadn't listened when I worried over the slim chance of her returning my feelings, and hadn't clued me in that she might've been interested; if we hadn't been able to hold on, back when the distance was just too much...it's frightening to think how easily I could've ended up someplace else, unhappy and incomplete. Frightening and wondrous, because oh my God, I'm here, with her, and...
God, Bridgie. I love you so much. More than I think I can ever show. You're all I ever needed, everything I never knew I wanted. Please don't ever doubt what you mean to me. And know that, no matter what, we'll make it. We've got each other, and as cliche as that sounds, it's true. We've always got each other.
...How do you know when you've been reading too many sappy slash fics? :)
- Music:Come What May - Moulin Rouge