Imperfect Happiness

When I think about the future, I see you. I see us, building a life together -- chasing dreams, making mistakes, and growing together through it all. With you, I'm not afraid of what's to come, because I know we'll face it side by side. We're not just building a future, we're building a life, one filled with love, laughter, and moments we'll treasure forever. I can't wait to see what's next for us.

secretly loving you from a distance

Too much expectation can break your heart

Intimacy is not just about sex. It's having heart-to-hearts, staying up all night talking, sharing childhood memories, thoughts, fears, dreams & hopes for the future. It's uncontrollable laughter, direct eye contact and feeling each other without touching - it's exchanging energy🥀

Determining the intensity of my own pain is a blind calculation. On my first attempt, I assigned the value of ten to a theoretical experience— burning alive. Then I tried to determine what percentage of the pain of burning alive I was feeling. I chose thirty percent—three. Which seemed, at the time, quite substantial. Three. Mail remains unopened. Thoughts are rarely followed to their conclusions. Sitting still becomes unbearable after one hour. Nausea sets in. Grasping at the pain does not bring relief. Quiet desperation descends. “Three is nothing,” my father tells me now. “Three is go home and take two aspirin.” It would be helpful, I tell him, if that could be noted on the scale. Eula Bliss, The Pain Scale