More than love.
What we have is more than love, more than history, more than companionship, more than friendship, more than marriage, more than parenthood, more than respect, more than adoration, more than lust, more than D/s, more than happiness. All of those things exist for us, and I am thankful for it all, but what we have is more.
I do not have the vocabulary for what it is we have. The words I’m looking for do not exist. What we have is so deliciously overwhelming and all-consuming that it becomes too much to contemplate. Instead of thinking, I will wrap myself in all that we are and let everything else fade away. Perhaps one day, I will stumble upon the perfect description of all of this, but until then I will keep it simple.
What we have is more than love.