twenty.8.

currently i'm sitting on one end of the athen's couch with my head supported by the arm rest, feet on the coffee table, and my love similarly placed the other end. the difference is that she is super focused on a final grad school paper and her head is upright...going strong since 5 a.m. i find myself more and more in awe of her and the heart that beats within. for the first time in twenty8 years, she is my equal. my love for her is reciprocated and similarly appreciated. we live in a constant state of how-did-i-get-so-lucky, as we argue over who is the sweetest, greatest, and most beautiful. 

she is my perfection. 

she's my calm, my peace, my home. 

she is my heart.