Nor-cal, 33y.o, mom, wife, spoonie…. My life is one of those "had to be there" jokes. Think of it as a peek in to my mind. some NSFW/18+ only please, all most everything is a repost from other social media platform that i can relate with or love. Common topics include: Moon, Space, Coffee, Love, Depression, feelings, poly, ASD & Fibromyalgia
Someone taught me a lesson I hold dear to my heart.
Love is non- transactional, we can love people and say we love them and while it feels safe and good to have that vulnerability and emotions returned it’s not required. And we shouldn’t fear feeling that amazing emotion.
Tonight the word love was used in a context that would normal scare me out the door running. But I just smiled and pulled him closer and kissed him. I told him he makes my heart very happy.
“Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.”
— (via bl-ossomed)
For me its always brought forth a level of understanding, some kind of commitment, connection, comfort.
This dont have a label. Currently its two people really interested in eachother. Butterflies and NRE, Crazy life’s, making time when we can, and it gets phyical every other time we see eachother because the chemistry pops!
I’m not a gf, yet it dont feel casual to either of us. I understand his limits, restriction and respect them. He “gushes” about me to his others. I could comfortably call him a bf, im mostly content with what this is. ( to early for some things like kink talked have yet to try)
so… hubby calls him my bf, 2 friends whom know im polyamorous call him my bf……
Titles just comfort me. But his hugs and kisses comfort me, him listening, his friendship…. and i think I’ll just keep enjoying what i got in the moment.
Perpetual Commotion 