i love being his girlfriend.
it might just be the best thing that's happened to me -- meeting him, and all the adventure that's followed and that we've had together, living like teenagers ought to live, dancing and running and creating things together that we're going to remember and cherish no matter how things turn out in the future.
i love it, i do, i'm not being ungrateful or anything, i know that i have something really special, that i have what i looked for and waited for for what seemed like ages.
i love being his girlfriend but it scares me how easily that becomes my whole identity. how easily other people associate me with him to describe my personality as a whole. how easily it is that i stop being "my friend marta" and start becoming "my friend carlos' girlfriend". i guess i blend in and he stands out, or maybe he connects with people easier than i do -- well, he does. he's more outgoing than i am and makes friends a lot faster, it's like it's natural in him to make people feel confortable and welcome around him.
i had gotten used to the fact that most of my friends these days had begun to think of me like that, like an appendage to their real friend, and it was, well, kind of ok. i guess i came to terms with it. but i was happy that i still had my old friends from 9th grade to whom i was still my independent self, someone with a unique personality that only belong to me -- with them, i could still be the person i really am, without being attached to someone else.
but now i think even they might...
eh
i love that he's friends with my friends.
and i know it's a really weird point, the one i'm trying to make.
i guess i just wish we could still be separate people even though we're together, but i suppose one of us has to blend into the other in order for things to work.
and if this is what i need to do and to be in order to be with him and have all that he gives me, i don't care about it, after all i still have my friends, i'm just not as vibrant as i used to be to them.
i don't know if i ever was.
if i was, would i be this easily...
...blended?