Basking.

I'll be the first to admit that I'm kind of lame with these types of lovey dovey things.

I don't like them. It...bothers me, usually, to have to say anything emotional to people. Or, emotional in a stereotypical girl-like fashion.

Which is why being in a relationship with someone--a committed one--makes me nervous and commitment-phobic and all that other jazz: I don't like opening myself up to people.

And now I'm in a relationship. We confessed some pretty big things to each other, this month, and that all rolled into a relationship.

Let's just say it takes a lot for me to trust someone again after that initial trust is somehow dropped.

And once I do trust someone fully...it opens a lot of doors.

Not physically, haha. We're both pretty devoted to Christianity (considering my n00bness to it, thus far), and...well, I guess you know how that song goes, so to speak.

But mentally, emotionally, spiritually...we're pretty well-bound.

It's...just really nice. I've never been in a relationship where I have nothing more to ask for, before, and it's...well, if I'm going to think like Kundera, I'd say what we have has some pretty decent weight.

But then at the same time, everything's so purely happy and full of joy and...we know so much more, now that we're a little older.

And to add a bit of a disclaimer, I know we're not adults, and that there's no hope for this continuing into adulthood, blahblahyaddayoogoopidygoo.

We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Right now, I'd like to simply bask.