I wrote boo a letter last night.

E-mail letters are a thing I send boo with what I’d call sporadic regularity. I never let him know they’re coming, even when I’ve been working on getting the wording exactly right for days. They are always emotional and some might call them dramatic, but he has told me he greatly appreciates me laying everything out and I’ve always preferred writing them down to other methods of figuring out my feelings, so I keep convincing myself to hit “Send.” We each value words as gifts.

I had not been planning to write boo a letter last night. I was laying in my bed, thinking about him and about the wonderful weekend we’ve had thus far and how I was excited to see him again today. I was trying to conjure the feeling I’d had yesterday morning when we were laying in his bed and I was telling him that being in his arms with my head tucked under his chin so his beard presses into my face is my favorite place to be. I wanted to name that feeling, or at least give it some context, especially in light of the fact that today happens to be a year from the day we first said “I love you” to one another. So much has happened in that year to give those words texture, and I wanted to acknowledge that. So I clicked compose in Gmail and I started writing.

I will spare you the sappiness of the whole thing and just share my favorite part. It’s my favorite for two reasons: a) because I think it accurately captures how I feel about where I was when I was ready to say those words for the first time last year and where I am when I say them multiple times a day now, and b) because I had just finished writing them and was figuring out what to say next when he gchatted me to say he loves me and I was so deep in my feelings already that I started to cry.

An iceberg is a colder and more tired metaphor than I’d like to use right now, but it’s what comes to mind when I think about what loving you meant to me a year ago and what it means now. Those words and the feelings behind them were massive, but that was only what I could see from the surface. I hadn’t really dived in yet, hadn’t seen it filling places in me I’d never had reason to explore. There are canyons and trenches and shimmering ice palaces in here. Though unexpected, there is a warmth unlike any I have ever known, and I can think of no place that feels homier.

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About alaiyo0685

I'm a kind of quirky, pretty stubborn, way too opinionated, twenty-something, intellectual, introspective, queer, Black, female, in a polyamorous relationship, and this is where I try to figure out my life.

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