I've been pouring over my fever addled thoughts the last few days while being confined in this house, pouring over what to say and update. Been wrathful, been angered, accecpting, and rejoiceful. after much thought and conclusion, I've come to the a dicision of the title of this journal.

So this is Love.

This is love that I'm shown, that I'm feeling. It's not the empty hollow feeling I was told of, that I had once been shown. This isn't deciet, this isn't pain, this doesn't kick at me, claw me open, make me so hollow that I must fill it up with something, anything. This isn't disbelief, this isn't lies. This doesn't hurt. This doesn't tear me asunder. You don't tear me asunder.

You complete me. You love me as I love you, I don't hide, I don't feel ashamed of what I am with you. I can show myself without fear or regret. I feel safe with you, like the world could never touch me, never harm me. I feel at peace with you, calm, happy, complete.

I love you.