Falling, Floating, Flying.

Well, it's going on six months now, that my love and I have been together. What can I add now? Only perhaps to reiterate that it is choice that keeps us together. each of us choosing individually and together to stay with the other. To stay in love. Yes, there are challenges. Moments when I fear, and doubt, and wonder, but, always he is there, holding my hand, whispering wors of cmfort and joy into my ears. Assuring me That I am not a burden, but a delight. The most important thing I have learned thus far is to trust. To interrpret his words in the best light possible. Too many misunderstandings can occur otherwise. a simple passing thought can breed ill will if allowed to grow and dominate one's thoughts. I have learned to be wary of those who say "Shhh, don't cry, everything will be alright." they will not be so patient with recurring bouts of tears. They have not reached the understanding that my Deimos has, that the storms are part and parcel of the sweetness of love. Feelings of love and tennderness will be dammed along with feelings of pain or grief untold. suffering allowed to fester for want of being let out. Anger unspoken. all these things must be discussed, aired in a caring, loving environment. Misunderstandings, when one's heart says something that could be interpretted badly, assume he meant the most positive interrpretation and didn't consider how poorly it could be taken, when in doubt, ask, do not accuse, but ask, gently. Men like gentleness. Recriminations breed resentment. Putting a person male, female, or otherwise on the defensive can never lead to harmony. Open, honest discussion, asking not accusing. and trusting the other to try and understand are the foundations of a lasting relationship. My deimos does this, he trusts me. He gives me leave to be myself trusting me not to hurt him. The more he does it the more I want, all on my own without his asking, to please him. to be worthy of that faith. In truth the more I fall for him, the deeper I go, the more often I find myself wondering how I lived as I did before I met him. How for instance did I bear the constant stream of dissapointment? The broken promises, the half truths, the social dance around inconvenient realities. Interesting how without those inconvenient realities we might have ended up yet another tale of true love found years too late. I'd probably have been married with children hitting adolescence. Not the time to be finding one's life mate. So, yeah, I am as much in love as ever, more so even. More in love than I have ever been before and wanting it to last forever. I will do anything in my power to make it last, and it is well within my power to moderate my tones and atttitudes to reflect the person I want to be. All my love Deimos!, Ashes.