This I know.

Much of "us" is vague.

I know, for certain, that I am better since you've come into my life than I was before--even if "we" are only for a season.

I know that I'm open rather than focused. I'm not planning our lives together. Still, I enjoy every minute spent with you.

I know that you have inspired me to write with pen on paper. You inspire thoughts so beautiful and intimate that they cannot be typed.

I know that seeing your name on my phone makes me smile both inwardly and outwardly. Every time.

I know that you are a good man. A strong man. A kind man. An intuitive man.

For now, what I know is more important than what I don't know. I'm okay with that. In fact, I love that.

Bear with me. What I know is so very limited, but it's also so very important. I'm trusting me for once, ignoring conventional wisdom, and it seems to be working.