Every day I wonder how I’ll ever love Jamal more tomorrow than I do today, and every day at the end of the day, I realize that I did what was seemingly impossible: I fell in love with him again.
8 months and 2 days later- almost a year of being open about where we thought the relationship was headed- and I am still giddy. I still can’t believe that he chooses to love me. I can’t believe that he gets better at being my boyfriend every day.
I feel like we’ve had enough “real” moments that I should have been out of this phase by now.
There have been enough disagreements and hurts and frustrations so far, yet not one is remembered because the good outweighs the bad a million to one.
I laugh until I hurt because he’s so funny.
I tear up at his loving tenderness.
I giggle at his silly names for me.
I melt at his pursual.
I wonder at the unlikeliness that HE would love ME.
And he does. He loves me. It’s so so good. And it gets better by the day.
I can’t wait for tomorrow.
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