You, me, a kitten, and a tiny apartment.

I am awfully in love.
Not in a kissy kissy, lovey dovey, look at me and all my pictures of myself kissing my boyfriend way.
Not even in a stay away from your friends, always on the phone, never stop talking about him way.

I just love him.
I don't love everyone else's opinion of "us".
I don't love everyone else's "us".

Just him.
Finally getting a moment to ourselves, eating dinner quietly with each other, falling asleep against the rise-and-fall of his back.
Occasional phonecalls when I'm away.
Very occasional proclamations - all the better; what's rare is wonderful.

We're like a married couple, but still with the fireworks.
It's a private show, and I'm so fucking lucky.

That's all.