The untold fairy tale story

I don’t love him like I first thought of love.

A slow progression rather than a deep obsession.

The absence of this intense body feeling had me questioning our bond.

At some point I realized, calmness, not chaos, is the ultimate kind of love.

Stability over fear that another will leave me if I make a mistake or act out in any sort of way.

Love is considerate and understanding.

Patient and kind.

Calm, not blaming.

I guess this is the love they talk about lasting a lifetime.

Mutual respect and gratitude for the gift we have been given in one another.

I’ve experienced love in many different ways,

This one the most brave.

I’ve shown my most difficult parts and he’s chosen to stay.

Without a hint of annoyance or disgust, and an ability to take responsibility in any part he played.

He has a greater understanding of my deeper wounds, and can separate them out from himself.

He takes care of our “kids” in the same ways I do.

I trust him and can rely on him to show up daily.

This new kind of love is rewiring what I thought love to be.

And instilling the message that all of me is worthy.

It’s not the kind of love that they teach about in books and movies.

But I’m beginning to think it’s the greatest untold fairy tale love story.