Journey to love.

I don't know how it is, I don't know how it became, I don't know anything. At this point, all I know is that I am in love. I am in love with this woman... I could narrate and say that it is a fairy tale, that she is a perfect princess, that she is flawless and that ours is a match made in heaven and it is a happily ever after tale. But that would be a pen and paper tale. One that is not only a cliche for books but one that is false. 

The truth, the unvarnished truth is that she is perfectly imperfect. She is flawed. She has her faults and the best part of this is that I too am deeply flawed. Yes we disagree, yes we have our faults, but at the end of the day, we are in love with each others flaws. Because if we were any perfect than we are, we wouldn't fit. It is these perfect imperfections, that and the unconventional nature of our union that does the path to the journey to love. 

Many times we have heard and seen likenesses and ideas of what love is, I do not in any way claim to be the ultimate proof or ideal on what love is, but I believe my version, my faith, my truth is the best definition yet. The reason I say this is because despite being mired by family issues and personal biases, we have found a peace, a comfort, a contentment that is 

So fulfilling. This ladies and gentlemen is a blog that will document that journey every single day through tales and poems. My darling Tate. Consider this our shrine. This is ours. Unblemished by other works that had others in it. 

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,I love you directly without problems or pride:I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love,except in this form in which I am not nor are you,so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,so close that your eyes close with my dreams.