For some reason I've been feeling almost guilty about being so happy, about being so content in what I've found. Why would it be making me feel guilty though? Maybe it's that the world is in such a sad state that I just feel wrong having something make me so happy... But maybe not.
All I know is I think I'm done feeling bad about it. The world and so many of the people living in it are so sad, there needs to be more love and happiness around. Maybe it'll help relieve some of the pain and suffering. The world needs more of what he is being for me.
He's so good to me. He holds me close, makes me feel like I might be special. Special... Not special like I'm 'the one' or anything. Special like, I'm different to him. Special like he wants to spend time with me even though he has no obligation to. I'm not his fiancee or his girlfriend, I don't have any special sort of title. It makes it so I trust our time together more almost, because it is completely chosen. He calls me beautiful, gorgeous even sometimes. And being near him is just comforting.
Just saying, I like this.
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