I love this apartment. I love finally going to bed every night warm and protected and content, no longer waking up with that sense of disoriented longing, no longer trudging through every day hating everything because I can't do anything with him. Tomorrow will be nine months, which doesn't actually sound like that long, but within that time period this person has gone from a pretty stranger I was certain would never reciprocate my crush to being the focal point of my universe, my partner, the most competent and capable and motivated teammate.
I still think about him every moment. I never thought I could love someone this earnestly. I feel so perfectly alive now that I can be with him.