MY girlfriend. MY lover. MY significant other. Possessive labels disturb me more and more as I try to engage in “normal” conversation and realize that too much of what we call “normal” is wrong at best and evil at worst.
She’s a contender. She schools me on the jiu-jitsu mat and enlightens me on the self-awareness path. She’s a comfortable and compassionate parent who connects effortlessly with the small humans temporarily in my charge. She’s an open and passionate lover with strong and clear boundaries.
She’s a trickster and clown that should not be fucked with. She’s disciplined and still refuses to take anything too seriously.
Our journeys have aligned. She inspires me to be a better version of myself and challenges my assumptions. I challenge her because, well, I’m challenging. I can’t think of one person who would disagree with that.
She is a fully engaged partner in both sparing and relationship contexts. We were meant for each other perfectly in this moment. It feels like more than that, but who in the world could ask for more than the perfect moment?