it's been five months since haley and i started going out and when i look at her across the bedroom tonight, flossing her teeth, i still get butterflies at how sexy and breathtaking i find her. i know five months isn't really that long, but i still find it amazing.
that shiny, new girlfriend feeling hasn't worn off yet, even though she definitely feels much more like my favorite comfy t-shirt. you know the one.
it works in every wardrobe situation.. flexible and accommodating. and always in style.
and so does she.
it flatters me in the all the right places and casts a forgiving eye on all the others.
and so does she.
and when everything else in the closet is just too snug or rough or somehow wrong, it's soft and gentle and fits perfectly.
and so does she.
but i dare not take this metaphor too far, because while i'll toss my favorite t-shirt on the floor of my closet and walk on it until i need it again or let it go missing for months at a time and know it will always be there; a couple days apart from haley and i'm reaching out for her in the night and talking to her picture on my desk. i dare not take this treasure for granted. i dare not.
because that favorite comfy t-shirt i described above? it's fiction.
haley? the real deal.
d: fashion to match the fiction.
b: i take nothing for granted.
g: butterflies swarming at 5 months.
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