Balloon.

I feel like... 

I finally have what I've always wanted; and have been asking the universe for - demanding from it, really... 

A couch, a bathtub & a Boy. 

A love that grows for that Boy; that has a ever expanding charge - like the universe is ever expanding. 

Sometimes, I feel as though maybe it's hit its stride; I have a moment of 'This is it. This is a Whole Love.' 

And then it grows more. 

And then, again. 

It matures. 

We've hit points of melancholy, or fits of giggles, and It grows yet again.

I wake up and tell him I love him, and I mean it more than I did yesterday.

Even though, yesterday I did not think I could love him more.