Better together

Satu and I have a quiet home. Coming home to her has always meant we could be ourselves. There is no better sound in the world than her laughter, and it fills our house often. When we pass each other in the hallway, we usually take the opportunity to touch hands or squeeze a shoulder.

Being away has really made me miss our happy, cozy, weird, civilized loving home. It is easy to see the things in a house that you want to fix, the broken steps or the cracked tile, but from this distance it is much easier to see the things that are right. The comfortable bed that we share most of the time with a greedy little dog and a skittish cat. The candles that she lights for me to make me feel special when I come home. Satu's sock feet propped up on the coffee table while she drinks coffee in the morning and looks at pipes online.

Yesterday, Satu nested our living room into this nice arrangement. Gimmie is probably waiting for her to turn around so he can scratch his butt on the rug. I can't wait to get there and get back to normal.

I feel so lucky that Satu found me and that she loves me. She knows the real me, the clumsy, disorganized soft-hearted person that I really am and she never has spoken a mean word to me in our lives. She has protected me every day and even when we are having difficult times, she protects me and looks at me with love.

Before Satu, I would have never thought that someone would love me like this and make me this happy. I feel like we are the healthiest couple I have ever met and I feel like I could have missed this wonderful life together if the stars hadn't aligned correctly.

Satu tells me that if we hadn't met, that I would have met someone else who is good like her, but I don't think so. I know the world is full of wonderful people, but she is my one. She fits perfectly. She knows me like no one in the world has or ever will. She's my best friend and my dream woman. I won't feel right until I get to put my head on her shoulder and relax into her arms.