Real

Loving him feels real.

After days, months and years of feeling like it was a fantasy, something ethereal that I couldn't hold on to, something that could easily slip out of my fingers, its starting to feel real. Solid.

I think he feels it too, like we're finally past the blinders, past the expectations and wishes and dreams and we're finally getting to have a really good look at this love of ours and it looks real.

And the funny thing is, its better than my fantasies, better than the dreams and wishes and expectations. Its solid and true and real.

Real.