An open letter about my sudden insane notion to move in with my boyfriend, please read IRL Tumblr followers.
I know everyone thinks it’s weird that I’ve moved in with Issac, and trust me, Tom’s little sister’s words in 500 Days of Summer keeping ringing through my head (“Just because some girl likes the same bizarro crap as you do, doesn’t mean she’s your soulmate”). But, seriously, I am the happiest I’ve ever remembered being.
He encourages me in my interests, not only school and my art, but little hobbies like baking and psychology. Our discussions range from the particulars of non-REM sleep disorders to the dumbest comic heroes (Aquaman). Every time we sit down to relax and watch a DVD or something on Netflix, we get into a big tangent about how we both like a certain film/show—and have you heard of this show? Oh my god you have and you love it oh my god remember that episode this is awesome. He cooks me the most amazing food on our shitty budget, and it’s an action he firmly does (every night) because he wants too, not because I ask him to. I do chores because I want too, for him, since I know he has a high-stress job. He has a five year plan, in which he says he wants me to work on my art while he climbs the corporate ladder. He won’t stop telling me that he wants to take care of me. He is intelligent, but not condescending, and an avid sci-fi lover. He is the sweetest, most caring, genuine person I’ve ever had the fortune of dating. I’m driving 16 hours straight to meet his parents and friends this Christmas, for fucks sake.
The best part is, I’m not settling here. There are no faults I have to accept with Issac—okay, he refuses to get a cat/kitten, because he’s allergic and dislikes them—but still. I’m not one of those people with a checklist for a significant other, but he’d probably fit everything on it. Except for the kitten thing, but he’s promised me a scottish terrier in the future that we’ll name Commissioner Gordon.
I really really want the people that are important in my life to understand this, but at the same time I don’t really get it myself. I know this is really fast, I know we have a large age difference, I know it looks like I’m just trying to get away from my parents. Y’all know me, I’m a very rational and practical person—more so in the terms of dating than anything else, because I am absurdly cautious about choosing a significant other. I’m not the idiot that runs off to live with her boyfriend, but in this case I am.
I was so recently at the point where I was so hurt that I shut off every part of me that wanted a relationship, because I was so afraid to have to feel that again if I gave anyone else a chance, but then Issac happened. I wasn’t looking for anything serious, but here I am living in this apartment with him. Sometimes things just catch you off guard, and it doesn’t mean I’ve been caught in some voo-doo love slave spell. I know you don’t think I’ve taken the time to know him well enough, but he feels like a childhood best friend. I honestly don’t know how I’ve gotten this far without him, he’s become such a crucial part of my life so quickly that it feels like a rug’s been pulled out from under my feet. It’s all I can do to bite my tongue and keep from saying that I love him at this point.
