I kiss you and I know

It kills me a little bit. It scares me a lot. Because the fact is, I've fallen with reckless abandon. The shields I used to put up to protect myself are gone. I've let them fall. I'm trusting him and it scares the hell out of me.

Everything just fits. I know it sounds corny but that's how it is. And I know I'm not usually the mushy "everything is so perfect" type, I usually hate that type, but what else can I say? I haven't felt this way in years, years, and it's thrilling.

And what's more, that insecurity that I usually have in relationships is gone. I don't sit there and second-guess and overanalyze every tiny detail. I'm comfortable. I'm secure. And that carries over to the other aspects of my life as well. Yes, money is incredibly tight--if I didn't work in food services I'd probably starve to death. Yes, my job is stressful--I've burst into tears in the back office more times this month than the last year and a half combined. Yes, I have more drama than the high school cheerleading squad. But despite all of that, I'm holding my own. I'm confident.

Security is a wonderful thing.