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UnFairy Tale
<p>You know what I love about us?</p><p><br/></p><p><strong style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;">We’re so bad at this.</strong><br/></p><p><strong style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;"><br/></strong></p><p>I mean it. He can break down the entire Cold War for me like it’s nothing. Historical dates, political theories, causes and effects….he sees the full picture. But if I’m sitting there quietly upset? Completely blank. </p><p><br/></p><p>And I’m just as bad. I can hold a conversation about anything. Politics, economics, philosophy, you name it but ask me what I’m feeling at a given moment? Absolutely no clue.</p><p><br/></p><p>Low EQ, high talkability. That’s us.</p><p><br/></p><p>So we had to figure out another way.</p><p><br/></p><p>Now it’s just…</p><p>Me staring at my phone for ten minutes before finally sending, “I’m upset but I need ten minutes to figure out why.”</p><p><br/></p><p>Or him, after a long silence, just blurting out,” I’m feeling a thing. I don’t know what it’s called. I don’t understand it but I think it might be about us.”</p><p><br/></p><p> </p><p>It’s not romantic, right? Sounds like we’re reading from a manual.</p><p><br/></p><p>But here’s the thing. We wrote that manual. Together. </p><p><br/></p><p>I’d rather us sound a little awkward and actually get each other than play the guessing game and end up both confused and annoyed. We can talk for hours about ideas, history and the world. The least we can do is use those same words for the small, human stuff too.</p><p><br/></p><p>So this Valentine’s, I’m just really glad I have someone who will stop mid-sentence to say “Wait, that came out wrong. What I meant was…?”</p><p><br/></p><p>Someone who tells me every single day that I’m brilliant, but also needs me to say it when I’m obviously in a bad mood.</p><p><br/></p><p>Someone I can talk to about literally anything except maybe what’s going on inside my own head.</p><p><br/></p><p> But we’re working on that part. Together.</p><p><br/></p><p>We can’t read minds. So we just use our words. Every day. </p><p><br/></p><p><br/></p><p>It’s not a fairytale. It’s just us, two people who think better than we feel.</p><p><br/></p><p><strong>We’re not good at this. But we’re good at trying. Together.</strong></p><p><br/></p><p>And honestly? I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.</p>
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