Getting ready for bed, after a nice long hot shower.  Got all moved in, and am still in the (seemingly) never-ending task of unpacking.  So far I've got every room set up how I like it, I just need to find places for everything, etc.  Tom's pretty good at that, maybe I'll leave some for him to do.  He brought down a bunch of stuff from his dorm room.  Clothes, slippers, some games and whatnot.  Every day with him it feels more and more real.  I finally told him last night how terrified I am that his parents will find out (about his sexuality, about me) and force him to choose between me or them.  It was a pretty hearty - not to mention healthy - conversation.  I just wish there were words to describe how he makes me feel...how much better everything seems when he smiles at me, kisses me.  How connected I feel when he holds my hand with his so that our rings click against each other.  I'm having those abdominal pains again, so this weekend I wasn't able to be very physical with him, and instead of being dissapointed or mad or frustrated...he asked if there was anything he could do - told me that he's calling the doctor FOR me if I don't call one myself because "your health is the most important thing to me."  Is this the way it's supposed to be?  The way this should feel?  I keep asking myself, and though I don't know the answer, I do know that I love this, love him, love us and how and who we are together.  There are so many new things in my life.  I'm not afraid of that anymore.  I wasn't the least bit nervous or anxious moving into this apartment.  I don't have the slightest doubt about this relationship.  It's been quite a while now, and I still feel this overwhelming feeling of hapiness and rightness.  I can't explain it any better than that.
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