He said “I love you” when we were lying together in my bed, heads at the footboard and skin glued together with sweat.
I looked at him. My breath caught. I finally breathed. “I love you too.”
And the thing was… I already knew I did. I was just too scared to say it. I was falling in love with him when he wasn’t even here.
I don’t know what’s going to happen. I don’t even know what’s going on right now. But I’m in love, I’m having great sex, I have a new best friend, and I keep falling head over heels for him again and again and again. Down the rabbit hole.
I feel fat, but he thinks I’m beautiful. When he says he loves my legs, my butt, I actually believe him. When I’m on top of him, or on my back as he pulls off my underwear, I feel slender and sexy. When I’m touching him, however I’m touching him, I feel safe and grounded and special. With him I am glorious, whole.
I love him.
P.S. Thanks for the BC tips! I actually ended up talking to my sister, who takes a progestin-only pill and has for a long time with no side effects. I figure we have similar physiology, plus she’s also on Zoloft and sleeping meds, so I imagine we have similar-ish issues. Been on Errin for about five days, and so far so good… no spotting or cramps or mood swings, maybe some acne, but not so bad yet. Hooray!