Are we just putting off the inevitable? Am I going to realize one of these days that it's not all perfect? Because I can see us, I can see us right now: happy. He knows me. He does. He knows it all: from our highly inappropriate online chats during "work," to us finding each other despite my then-boyfriend. To him seeing me cry one night in the midst of our affair. To our argument that we always have where he doesn't say it, but I call him on it: I tell him he wants to be with me, and he denies it. To it being the best sex of my life. To us meeting each others' significant others. To us meeting for adventures, never quite knowing what we will find, but knowing it will be good. To him being the only man who can keep up with me, who thinks I'm strange, but goes with it. Who listens to my TLC playlists and laughs, but not at me.
So why does it still feel like I have to talk myself into it?
Is it time I need? Or is the magic, is that elsewhere? And will it come?
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