I am in a relationship with a woman that defies all prior notions of what real functional love feels like. It’s not fleeting or intoxicating. It’s steady, epic, and beautiful. Rather than a melodic flute line, it’s the hum that the Earth emits as a constant baseline to existence. It’s not flowery words written on parchment. It’s a grimoire bound in leather and written in esoteric Elvish dialects that have no meaning and every meaning simultaneously. Her happiness supplants and predicates my happiness. This is the kind of love that shifts tectonic plates, and it’s dope as hell.