I finally know what it’s like. All those things people say about what it means to really be in love, how people lord over it as a concept and put these really tight constraints on what it means to be in love- I get it. I can see why people would gatekeep a feeling like this. It feels like a crime to dilute it and allow lesser emotions any stage presence. It makes sense, finally.
I have someone that I respect and admire as a person and best friend. Even more than that, someone I would do anything for. Though I didn’t know what it felt like until now to have that reciprocated. It’s wild to have that feeling returned mutually. I can’t even describe it beyond “the deepest sigh of relief”, really. I mean, it’s so much more than that, but at the same time, it’s that sort of intense reassurance.
I dunno. It’s wonderful. It’s amazing. It’s what makes me eager to come home every day. It makes every bit of hard work I do feel more than worth it. It’s something I want to have for the rest of my life, and I feel like I’m lucky enough that it’s mine.