We walk through the days in an easy, comfortable togetherness. We wipe lunch debris from each other’s cheeks, hold hands as we walk through the crowded mall or across the parking lot. Smile when we see one another. Reach out and reach back without hesitation. Unburden ourselves, share the load, hold the joy.
It has always been this way.
We have always been meant to breathe this air and hold these conversations, share this intimacy.
I am in the habit of leaving the house in the morning like a tornado. I am needing to learn that I need not apply the same amount of pressure to every small task, that there is a supporting partner in the process and that you are there to make sure I do not fall.
I don’t need to overanalyze this, I never have. Our connection has been so basic and so sweet, our tender regard for one another’s wants and needs and feelings has driven the tendrils of attraction deep into the bedrock of commitment.
I don’t need you to breathe, but breathing is easier when you are here. I don’t need you to survive, but life is much more worth living with you at my side. I don’t need you, but I want you. I walk every day safe in the knowledge that my feelings are returned, that I am deeply loved and deeply regarded.
I am so very glad you are home.
