Sharing

     When Zach and I first moved in together it was an exciting event in my life. I posted it on Facebook, Twitter, and sent text to all my friends. It was something I could brag about. We were newly out of High School, we just started dating and so we decided that we were going to move in together. We are sharing most things now. But I've never really been good with sharing a great many things. I'm learning now though that when you love someone enough, you will share the things that most mean something to you. We share thoughts, memories, material items, and overall ourselves.

     Sharing my things has always been a pet peeve. I can't really share with anyone because it's "MY" thing. That's the downfall that my brother and I shared. We didn't really want one another to touch our toy or anything else because it was his or it was mine we were typical kids thought growing up. That pet peeve has grown with me, but it isn't about toys anymore. A couple days ago I realized I am horrible when it comes to sharing a bed. My parent's got me a Queen Sized bed a couple years ago and so I've grown accustom to it just being me in this large bed. I would sprawl out and just fall asleep like a baby. But now that Zach and I moved in together, we share a bed. I'll admit sometimes it's hard. I'll wake up in the middle of the night, and find myself dangling off the edge of the bed. Even with my blankets its hard to find a compromise sometimes. I'll wake up and be cold to the point of no return, and Zach and I will have arguments about it. Stupid ones but we're still newly into this dating thing. 

     I guess, it's time for me to get out of the mode of single, and into the mode of dating and sharing. I love him more than he knows, he's my first real relationship. So I have to learn to share. It's a new experience and I'm looking forward to it!