It’s natural, almost simpler to paint tapestries and compose symphonies about the mundanity and sadness of life.
About the beauty that lies within the hard times and the rainbow that emerges from rivers of tears shed.
But with him
It seems You’ve found a happy place
It seems You’ve connected with a being
A life force that brings forth a joy saturated in love.
Granted things aren’t, nay they won’t be perfect
But there is beauty in that imperfection.
In the imperfectly perfect human being who pushes you to be the best
Who celebrates your accomplishments and is not emasculated by them.
The imperfectly perfect relationship that doesn’t push you to bend or break to conform to the whims and caprices of this world.
It’s been a rollercoaster, but it’s worth the ride.