The Extraordinary

Everyone knows I’m not afraid to publicly discuss my life on this blog o’ mine, at least to some generic extent. Everyone knows I try to say, if I can help it, just what I think, feel, don’t feel, feel TOO MUCH, etc. However, this blog has shielded one section of my life a little because it’s the section of my life I hold most dear, most private, most beloved. I mention my relationship from time to time because it’s a HUGE part of my life, but you’re not going to hear, say, what we ate for and talked about at breakfast this morning or what new life moment we experienced hand-in-hand last week. Sure, I let some details out here and there because I’m proud of who I’m with and what we’ve done, but all those details and intimate moments? That stuff is for us. That stuff is supposed to be just for us. That’s the beauty of choosing to be with one person in a world of monogamist nay-sayers, conquering them and the world in general with your silent, yet steel-strength bond. You find love in a hopeless place, or better yet, actual privacy in a social media state.

However, most outsiders think having a life just for us is slightly abnormal, if not completely weird, and most puzzling, somehow an omen of dullness and/or unhappiness. So I’m here to set the record straight once and for all, and for one time only.

I am in love with my best friend. I have been for two years. We have lived together and apart. We have fought, and we have overcome. We have always been the topic of controversy, whether justly or truthfully so, yet we have always ignored the hell out of it. We have always been deeply in laughter as much as we are deeply in love, even when it looked like things were falling apart. We have never offered explanation nor description of anything; we have always, always, always been private. We have been private from the beginning because being private means having something special no one can touch or take away from you. Being private means being truly intimate with one person, not the world as a whole. Being private means being fulfilled within your relationship, not outside of it. Being private means discovering just how deep you love the person, not the idea of them.

Lest I hear another person ask me how this or that works in a now long-distance-but-barely-distanced relationship… it just works, alright? Do you want to know why? Because we talk to each other, not everyone else. We talk about everything, even the stuff that pisses us off, because when we wake up the next morning, we know everything we have said was to make the other person better. Make them happy. Make them know that just because there’s a measly couple of hours between us, we still care about the other person more than anyone else without agenda. And all the stuff we talk about, and do, and say, and plan, and dream in those conversations… we keep it to ourselves.
And you know what? That might not be ordinary to you, or ordinary period. But it is something. Something even better: extraordinary.
I’ll share what I want to share when I want to share it. More importantly, I’ll only share what I know he doesn’t mind me sharing, because you know what’s most important – more important – than this blog, than your opinion, than anything? Him.
Damn if that is not the best lesson he has ever taught me, and to learn it, the best decision I have ever made.
Happy 2 years, J. I love you and I like you.
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