Elevator Love Letter brings a certain type of memory to my attention. One of the most savoring memories it brings, happened back in Sweden with my best friend. We would listen to this song while cleaning our rooms and carrying out trivial duties our school required of us. Another memory it brings, happens while I am driving on long, stretches of road. But regardless of wherever I am at, I always associate this song with new beginnings.
So, I title this post after the song because of newness. As of late, my life has taken another turn down this windy path called, "senior year". I am discovering how much love I have for Ross and for my friends. Now, I do not normally blog about the intimate details of my love-life but I must write on a public forum how much I have come to love, and continue to fall in love with him.
We've been dating for almost eleven, whole months now and I still get nervous whenever I am near him. I get nervous because I realize more and more how much he is becoming a part of my life in small ways. For example, we were going to the store the other day and while we were looking for an item, we both proceeded to plan a whole meal together, one that we would consume with joy, too. We do these kinds of things in grocery stores. We shop together and plan out meals, which is one of our favorite activities because we both love food so much.
Not only that, but we also love to take road trips to shows. And on our last trip, I innately knew that Ross drinks a billion gallons of water so I bought him and I a water for the road. Now, many reading this probably have guessed what his roommate accused us of, "the fact that we are married already," but I am here to say that all of these little things just point to the realization that we:
know each other well
fit together well
and enjoy the small things together.
It has not always been easy for me to adjust to relationships, but as I am discovering more about who I am and what I want, I am finding out what I love and appreciate more about other people. So, without exhausting this post, I will simply, but complexly reveal that I am in love with one of my best friends and that has been a cornerstone of joy, and contentment in life that continues to surprise me in small ways.
Ross and I just went to a show the other night and I loved how we worked together, listening to the music. It is in those times, when I am doing something I love, like: concerts and grocery shopping, that I recognize how well he compliments myself.
I wanted to say these things because I know he reads this blog, and also because I am proud of who he is and am grateful for the person he is. I truly love many qualities he has, but I love even more how we are falling in love with each other on a daily basis.
So, if you are reading this Ross, know that you are more than just the peanut butter to my jam, you are both slices of bread with them in between. And you are more than this silly metaphor.
I love you. Publicly.
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