u/Maleficent_Gap_9492

Your gaze has me transfixed in the wonderment of how we combine lifestyle practices with a lifelong journey of togetherness, how we approach differences to alignment.

All the digressions of day-to-day musings and events show me how our character renders as whole complete individual and how we grow to carry each other, holding space for the in-between and what cradles the embodiment of the depths of you and me.

You come calling me, a message, a voice relayed to my ear transmitting the message meant for only the soul connection of you and me.

I divest my time, my effort into the knowing of the beast of reddiness of our untethered approach to the syncrenisity of you and me.

Blessed be, dear one, for the knowiness of who we are as one, as individuals, shines brighter as we continue to do life together. I love you.

The pureness of your warmth

The pureness of your warmth, of your soft glow that caresses my body as I fall asleep in your arms, is what keeps me feeling desired by you.

A desire that’s no longer a secret but a yearning for longevity, for fortitude, for everlasting togetherness in which we continue to celebrate each other's wins, the stories that enrapture our daily experiences, and the lives that keep us connected.

A connection formulated on past for-telling of who we’ve been and who we continue to become, and as we rise to the occasion of life, growing, evolving, into the becoming of never what wasn’t supposed to end us (insert life-altering hardships), but the ever-evolving door of who we choose to show up as, for each other.

Dear one, our connection continues to make me smile and gives me more reasons to want to celebrate each other as a growing couple, in union, and as individuals. I can say I’m better because we continue to show up for ourselves and each other.
With love, if you know, you know❤️

My partner claims polyamory as his identity, yet he has not been able to label us as a couple, yet. It’s been a very slow burn. Yet what are labels, anyway, except something society and we put forward to others as acceptable? I call you yours, and you mine, and that’s what we shall call each other for the world to see us as, while also welcoming possible new emotional and/or sexual connections. I don’t know what that looks like for me yet. I had a previous connection who tried to reach out to me again after he’d claimed it had been months since our last encounter. I don’t know, dear one, what our future looks like. I know I want to continue with your embrace, because you are my future, and whatever that looks like, I want to keep creating it together.

The reason I can’t look at your eyes too long is because your eyes are so intoxicating in the bluest blue, they magnify in light, as if we both have been touched by both the sun and the moon, enough to call each other sun kissed, striking us and each other with our lightening stuck blue eyes.

The antidote to shame is vulnerability, still accepting that parts of that vulnerability may not be accepted by everyone you express it to. You’re doing the best you can, and by accepting the change, and unfiltertness becomes my new identity. When I share with you, readers of Reddit, or anyone who thinks they know me, 👀, trying to feel the absence of guilt and the relationship to my identity goes back to questioning “am I enough for who I show up as and my response to the inadequacies that I have, while still trying to measure up to feeling as if I'm enough.”