lately, when i get home from work, ben meets me at the door, we sit on our bed and we talk. about our day. about law school. about work. about us. about family.
and it's like somehow i am able to leave behind the things that bring me down a little or ail me.
because we cook dinner together and ben puts music on my iphone/ipod for me and plays that new coldplay song.
and it seems like...
it doesn't matter that i don't ---- ---- - --.
it doesn't matter that my disposable chinese slippers are totally falling apart and are way passed their prime (i can't seem to let go).
it doesn't matter i feel like i get NOTHING done during the week.
it doesn't matter i am tired all. the. time.
it doesn't matter that i am never sure if our landlady hates us or loves us.
it doesn't matter that there are things in life we just can't control.
and that's because i have my best friend to comfort me. assure me that things will be ok. understand me when i am sad and can't explain myself.
i could go on forever.
it's cheesy and borderline cliché... but ben really keeps me going. and motivates me. and helps me to be more positive and to be more proactive and involved in my own life. and in his life of course.
and in our lives.
i sort of love this photo of ben and i. just a typical night at the emilyben home.