We're talking about getting married and possibly having a baby together, in the future. There's nothing I want more than building a good life together with him.
I love him so much.
I spilled a lot of water in bed yesterday. Felt so bad about it. So stupid.
He calmly helped me fix it and reassured me that accidents happen and I'm not stupid.
I'd mentioned my stomach doesn't appreciate kale a few days ago. He spent 20 mins picking all the kale out of the pre packaged veggie mix we were having in our dinner.
I didn't even ask. But I made sure to thank him.
We cuddled this morning, before he went to work, like we always do when I'm here.
We talked and dreamt about buying a small farm.
Growing potatoes, vegetables and herbs. Having some chicken, maybe a dog. A greenhouse, a hammock, a bathtub. Space for friends. Love.
Me, a grumpy autistic when the gas station didn't have any food I could eat: ๐ (while apologizing for being so difficult)
Him: Oh honey, you're so cute
#a4a#audhd
Me, jokingly:
"Since you love organizing stuff, you should totally compile a list of reasons why you love me" (I love praise)
Him: *Laughs* "What would you say... If I told you I'd already started on a list like that? And how would you like it sorted?"
I struggle to sleep. I'm also very forgetful. Sometimes I've forgotten my blackout sleep mask at his place, and it sucked.
He did research to figure out which one I have and bought me one so I don't need to remember to bring it.
Can't get access to testosterone. Been using minoxidil for some hair growth.
He finely traces my face with his fingers. With excitement and love in his voice, while carefully caressing my peachy, tiny mustache:
"I think there's been some growth here!"
"If we're getting married, I'll just plan everything in advance, and just surprise you on the day, because you'll be so stressed that you won't be able to sleep for a month before... With your consent, of course "