Imagination to Reality's Firsts.

My life lately is filled with a lot of firsts. I went over twenty-four years of my life learning and growing to be me, to succeed, to believe, to trust, and to simply live. But the journey I entered into over a month ago is the most interesting and different experience of my life yet. Because, well, it involves another human being who is completely out of my control yet closer to my heart. I'm learning the difference between my imagination and reality. And honestly, I have nothing to go off of when it comes to reality except for my previous dreams.

Allow me to elaborate. In my daydreams, the scenarios I created were based on non-existent experiences. Being held in a hug, holding hands, falling in love, expressing feelings, being kissed--I mean, how would I ever know? Are they really the way I imagine? In reality, as I slowly experience something new, I cannot determine whether it's supposed to be awkward, uncomfortable, scary, or completely fine. I could very well be experiencing these moments exactly the way every other human being experienced them for the first time. And I just wouldn't know because I inevitably compared them to my made-up dreams.

This is the most frustrating and amazing part of it all though. To get my mind to realize that how I'm experiencing it now is how it is supposed to be. It is not meant to be the way I played it out in my head because I simply made all of that up. I cannot watch two people on a screen and think of how they feel based on how they looked. I may very well look completely comfortable holding his hand or arm in public, but little do the people around me know that it has taken me time and practice to let it feel natural (in fact I'm still working on it).

When he gets close to me, I feel like my personal space has been invaded, yet in my imagination I've dreamt up plenty of times how I'd handle his nearness. But the more that time passes, the better I feel, and the better I feel, the easier it becomes to make up how reality will potentially feel for the still awaited "firsts" to come. And I have no intention to make it a to-do-list of things to experience and check off just because I've waited this long.

No. This journey I'm taking is a journey of determining if I can actually trust this other human being with my heart or not, and if he will stay and protect it. Because if he has no intention to stay, then I have no reason to completely attach myself to him or give anything special to me away. I value myself and God values me. I'm not meant to be a "test run" or someone to practice on. I'm a real, live, breathing human being with a beating heart. And the same goes for him. He is not my guinea pig, he is not a practice run--no. He is real and I care deeply for him. I love learning with him, I do, but my care is real. I mean everything that I do.

I know his life so well now, and I have every intention to learn more. When it gets overwhelming to know another human, I get through it and then I want to know more again. The more comfortable I become with each step he takes closer to me, the better I feel to let him be physically near me. I have cared for him for so long now and it's so hard to get myself to believe that he's letting me know him even deeper, and even more.

I didn't wait this long for a relationship to simply waste my time. I didn't wait this long to agree to just anyone. I was looking for a best friend and I found that in him.




I hope you stay.

One Month.

I honestly believe that life with you is entirely worth writing about. Not just because you are the most unique human being I have come across, but because I happen to love our story. You see, life with you is like a movie to me. It has so much potential to end up in a script that is like no other.

And when I'm out and about at a new place with you, I feel like I'm making it all up in my head. I love how amateur we can be at our relationship because it makes me feel like we are learning at the same time; to speak a language we're not fluent in. But I'm not scared to learn this new language with you. I'm not trying to find my way out when it gets tough, or when you fail me in little moments. I'm here to see your growth and I'm here to stay as long as you'll have me.

Days spent with you go by fast, but are always worth the wait in between. Sometimes I fall out of belief and I cannot get my mind to accept that you and I are true. I realize more and more what issues I must face the longer this continues. I realize I cannot get myself to believe anyone would be excited to see me the way you now express your excitement. And when we see each other once again, your eyes light up brighter each new day.

I could very well be dreaming this, but I know it's true. In my head I have all the confidence in the world and in reality I shyly hold your hand and silently compliment you. I'm not used to belonging to anyone in any way. I'm not used to being cared for by a man. And although I know I can be loyal and I know I can be loving, I'm not used to living a life that actually matters to someone with the actions I take.

I have no intention to hide anything from you, nor do I intend to go behind your back and hurt you. I have no intention to make you jealous or lose your trust. I know for a fact that I can keep a promise and I know for a fact that I will never lie to you. I have no need to let my eyes wander or my heart wonder about any other strange man that comes in my path.

Because as long as I'm committed to you, you're the only book I choose to read. And I will study you as long as you're in my life.

One month later, I'm still excited to know you more in this deeper way beyond friendship. Three years ago, I had no idea you were about to show up in my life. I'm so glad we met.