
There was a stupid little bit in the Sex and the City movie where Charlotte says of the sweet, down-to-earth Jewish guy she ended up with (haha) that he makes her happy "every day. Maybe not every minute of every day, but... every day." I remember thinking at the time that it wasn't particularly reflected of the experience of real love. But all of a sudden I am struck that perhaps it's truer than I realized. Maybe it's because until relatively recently I was in such a constant, grinding state of moderate depression that I didn't remember what it was like to feel truly happy at some point every day. But now... Bernie does. Bernie makes me happy every day.
It's been about six months since Bernie and I started dating, and I am struck by how different my life is. Before this, certain things had become so routine for me that I'd lost all perspective on just how bad they were. Now that they're gone, I'm marveling at how amazing the alternative is. I can ask for help and get it. I can be honest without fear, and trust that I'm getting honesty in return. I can feel supported, encouraged, desired, respected. These might seem like basic things to you, but frankly, I'd gotten used to having to get along without them. He's such a good man I can hardly believe it. I love his kindness and his intelligence and his strength and the way he makes me want to be as good a person as he is.
And he's crazy about me. God help me but I crave being adored, and I couldn't ask for better than the way he loves me. He makes me feel better than I have in years and I am incredibly grateful that this is the place we've come to. :-)