I feel like I'm living in a dream. Which, oddly enough, is true. I have dreamed for this moment, this turn in my life for years. Years and years and years. I have longed, hoped, wished, and cried many silly tears to reach this turn into adulthood. I am engaged, but in my mind I already think "wife". In my mind I call my fiancee, "Husband" and it makes me smile. Husband.
To have a man who loves me so very dearly to want to share his life, the rest of his life with me thrills me to my very core. I admit to not thinking very highly of myself. To discrediting my talents, my personality, my beauty - even that word applied to me gives me pause. I am beautiful. Four years ago I would have scoffed at such a statement. Pretty, maybe. Beautiful? Please.
Then I met my love. He looked into my eyes and told me I am beautiful. I am wanted. I am worthy, I am loved. A year later I believe it. Mostly.
It has been a whirlwind three weeks. One week I was moving in with the darling man, the next we were engaged and now? Now we're setting in to living with another person. I'm settling my things into his apartment, he's adjusting to having a "roommate" for the first time in eight years or so. Lots of adjustments.
Lots of small flickerings of temper ending with a conversation of better understanding. All couched in crazy love. It makes me happy to know that while we're both driving each other batty, we can still look at the other with a knowing smile and say, "You're crazy, but I love you."
A wise man once said, "the greatest moment is when you're living your dreams, awake." It is so very true.
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