the beautiful certain

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There are words we love (like yes), words to which we are indifferent (like flour) and words we hate…for me, they are the words should, money, and routine. I dislike being told I should do something, should be something, or should not _____ something. I’d prefer a suggestion. I dislike the problems that surround money; the wanting more of it when there isn’t enough or the often degenerative changes from having too much of it. I dislike the implications of routine. Immediately, I think boring, stale, even lazy. But recently, I’ve been relishing in the beautiful certain of my relationship.

Like the sound of his voice on most mornings; when he’s rushing out the door, still sleepy-eyed with an extra note or two of bass in his voice. I love these conversations. They are never usually about anything important and to the average eavesdropper, they’d sound truly ridiculous, but the certainty that I’ll laugh, hear eight specific letters arranged in an especially comforting pattern is, I suppose, one of the side effects of being in love: the hoarding of otherwise meaningless artifacts for profound sentimental reasons. I hang them on a line in my heart.

every day I love you

The beauty in that certainty. Rolling over to the thought that there is someone (a few inches away next to you, or in my case: 44,352,000 inches away) thinks you are the height of heaven inspires a unique confidence. It is a different creature, the satisfaction of love’s assurance.

A beautiful part of love is routine. The ice-cream traditions and the expectations of Sunday nights is what builds the strength of a union. Those exotic memories of sand and champagne too, but the comfort, the familiarity, the beautiful certain. That’s it. That’s everything.

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