BF has moved in and, although the initial moving phase was grim, now it has happened we are happy. Well, I am and he appears to be.
It has been relatively seamless, like most of our relationship. Things seem to progress logically and the next stage doesn’t seem hard work at all. He and I met one Saturday on a first date, slept together two days later on the second date and were a habit by the third date, three days after. The next week he stayed at my place five nights out of the seven and that was the bare minimum for every week after that.
Now, nearly two years later, it seems so natural to be living together. In a lot of ways it shouldn’t seem any different, seeing as how the actual contact hours we have with each other haven’t greatly increased, but it does. Our relationship seems deeper, more committed; even much happier if I even thought that was possible.
And more progressive.
I want to marry him.
I think he wants the same thing.
I think this is where we are going, even thought the timeline isn’t defined yet.