Dating during the pandemic is weird.

It's been 6 months and he has spent 3-5 days here since July.

He makes the best roommate because he is so considerate and helpful when I fall behind. 

He drives if I can't, and always makes sure if I am uncomfortable he takes over. 

It's okay for us to just hold each other in silence, just because.

After camping, setting up a tent and the bed, I can honestly say I feel like I am dreaming because it was all so painless.

I would be lying if I said I want to stay here alone for a few days to wait for him to come back every week. I can only imagine what it would be like to just live together and no matter what, come home to each other.

I am just so at ease. Hell he even spoke up to my father. Not like super crazy because that dude isn't worth it. But enough that I was not used to it.

He fits into my life like a key or a puzzle piece. Something that I needed for so long. 

I tell him I couldn't sleep and he squeezes me tighter and just brainstorms ways to help. 

I am so lucky to have met this human.

It's so hard because so many people are getting engaged and married after 4 months to a year of dating and I'm just sitting here like "Well, maybe I am unlovable and unmarriable." I know I am not unloved. But I sure as fuck feel like I clearly don't deserve a cliché. As much as I can hate them. 

But at the end of the day, I don't care. During what has been the strangest time of worse to weird to amazing, I found a person to make this year turn around. 2020 sucked but was also the best thing to ever happen to me.