We're back on track... Herb rice with creamy spinach and cottage cheese 🤌🏻

I didn't think I'd be starting a new relationship that begins in a long distance again.
Here I am, making conversation and, getting to know each other because my family seems to put a lot into me and my new LDR getting along extremely well... Both of us in the same city, I'm too lazy to go meet...

Also bless guy friends that buy you booze when you get the urge to drink

It is the flowers that arrive not as an apology, but as a standard.
And it is the hand that stays raised in the air—open and waiting—while I fix my hair.
I chose him because he does not view these things as chores, but as chances.
He has mastered the art of the effortless "I love you."

#thoughts

It is the hand that instinctively finds mine—anchoring me even while he is deep in conversation with someone else—and the thumb that rubs against my knuckles, grazing the rough wool of my jacket as we walk, tapping out a secret code that says, "I am here, I am here."

It is the way he builds a sanctuary for me in the middle of a crowded room, ensuring I never feel untethered among his friends.

It is the warmth provided on a cold night, his body becoming a shield against the wind.

It is the lid lowered, a daily act of reverence for my presence in his space.
It is the fever broken by a cool hand in the dead of night, and the silent ministry of his fingers at 3:00 AM, kneading away the cramp in my side before I am fully awake enough to ask for help.

We could go on picking on each other, roasting each other, pulling each other's legs, but it's nice to know that we can rely on each other in every way.

And yesterday, while I was cramping and my bf returned from the gym and both of us were not in a state to cook, this friend of ours volunteered to order food for us. Of course, he'd initially volunteered to order pancakes/waffles for me because I was cramping, but that was a nice gesture.

And the better part is how all of us take care of each other at this point. Like, one of my friends is a little picky because he's on a fitness goal. And rather than cut a cake for his birthday, I cooked a high protein dish that I sent over with my bf and apparently both him and his dad loved it.

Home alone, so why not make fried rice for one? 😋