it’s so weird to finally love being in a relationship. when you no longer feel like you’re the only one meeting the mark and attempting to make ends meet. no longer feeling as if it’s a chore to love this person, that you believe is somehow infatuated in you, but doesn’t act like it. you think you feel happy and safe in their arms, but it’s mostly because they haven’t touched you in days going on days, or even weeks. and crying? crying because i’m in love doesn’t even sound right. it’s amazing to finally feel content. finally, i’m not the only one trying. it’s not a chore, when i text, he responds, when we talk, we talk, and when we don’t, well, we don’t. i can make plans, and enjoy them; holding the hands of a person i know is doing nothing but holding me up and helping me thrive. we push each other up. we flirt, but we harmonically and effortlessly talk about life. he is one of my best friends, and finally that is the truth. i’m not crying anymore, i’m not feeling unappreciated, and i’m no longer a ghost in a relationship that was supposed to be good. i’m happy...we’re happy.