Safe

I've been paying more and more attention to how he I work together. I love seeing how similar we are in some things, and how vastly different we are in others. I, as is fairly well known, have a tendency to be rather negative and I kvetch like a true Jew. He, on the other hand, is very positive, and even when he has a pretty lousy day, he gets over it quickly. Every time I talk to him, he makes me laugh, whether inwardly or audibly, and laughter truly is the best medicine. I have not been so happy since my childhood when I was so carefree. Even now, as I am concerned with nearly every major aspect of life for good reason, I find myself unmoved by the tragedies and trials I face in my life because I feel so safe with him. There is nothing that compares to feeling that safety, especially after years of feeling isolation and vulnerability. I'll have to continue this later as I think more about it. . .