Diary Entry 180 （One Month Ago）
One Month Ago
Dear Twila,
This past month with Dante has been … EVERYTHING.
I don’t know how else to say it, Twila. Today was perfect.
He woke me up between my legs (yes, doing THAT), and we showered together.
We made homemade waffles, too. You know how I’ve always hated cooking, but I guess doing it with someone else makes it better.
I couldn’t stop laughing while he threw flour at me or while I chased him with the goopy spatula.
The rest of the day, we lounged in his library, reading, watching movies, and just existing together.
I’ve never felt so at home, Twila. There’s a safety in existing with another person who sees your cracks, broken pieces, and flaws and treats them like a special design that’s worth admiring instead of something that needs hiding or fixing.
With Dante, I can exist unapologetically as me.
I can be quiet or talkative, I can laugh or sit with my thoughts, I can breathe without this pressure to be a certain version of myself.
I’ve never felt so comfortable in my own skin.
I’ve never felt seen, valued, or heard like this.
I hope he knows how much it means that he lets me exist authentically.
I hope he knows how much he’s helped me find my footing in a place where others tried to knock my legs out from under me.
I hope I give him the same peace. I hope I give him the same weightless feeling. I hope he knows how much he means to me.