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it's something to be married to your best friend. to wake up to that face every morning and fall asleep next to it every night. that face that knows you inside and out, knows your mistakes and embarrassments and failures and loves you even more. that face loves the person i was at 18, brave and stupid. when i was going to tattoo shops alone and had my very own rock i would climb when i needed to be alone. when i was smoking cigars because i could and sneaking around those pesky "no trespassing" signs. who loves the person who left to "find herself" about 80 times. even though that meant being okay with me hanging out with guys who were no good for me and drinking too much jager and wine, but not together. who gave me his lap to curl up on after a thee worst dinner i've ever made and thee most pitiful attempt of me trying to be worth it while the spill canvas serenaded us and i played "self conclusion" for hours and hours. who loves the girl who has mostly only jealous bones in her body and that translates to a lot of time spent just the two of us because sometimes those jealous bones just don't like people. it's something to be loved by a person who had the choice to love anyone in the world. who had the choice to take you or leave you. who had the choice to go and not look back. it's something to be loved by the person who chose you, who took you, who left but looked back. it's something to know each other for seven years. to be best friends first and build a relationship off that and to know how fiercely i could love and how angry i could become before any of that love or anger were his to claim. it's something to have this semi-brand new relationship that feels old and new without being stuffy or awkward. it's familiar and exciting. it's trust and adventure. it's safe and risk. it's something to be with someone and watch them grow and evolve and adapt and change and be able to grow and evolve and adapt and change with them so that you move forward, inward, into. one, not two. it's something to feel complete with the person your heart has chosen to love. to be satisfied and whole and undivided. it's something, that out of these 6 point something billion people in this world, i've found my person.