i love my life.

i busted my toe at the river, and jake felt responsible. i asked if he'd rather have his couch to himself, and he said hell no. i told him i needed to be home for a bit today, and he said he understood, he'd make a productive afternoon of it. i was too tired for sex last night, and he didn't pester or get upset; in fact, he contentedly fell asleep as well. i just...love the respect i get from him. i love that i don't have to worry about offending him with inconveniences life throws us. i love that he loves every second we get together without complaining when we can't be together. which is, admittedly, very little. i love how accepting everyone is of our relationship. i love that we were both cured of third-wheel syndrome while hanging out with zac and nattie. i love that jason will mockingly hit on me while telling me what a lucky girl i am to be with jake. i love that i can go get in the shower in a few minutes without worrying that he's going to freak out that i'm not answering my phone. speaking of which...lata.