My Tastes Are Changing (Thanks to Myron)

Something I’ve noticed lately is that my tastes are slowly changing — and honestly, I think it’s because of love.

Not in a dramatic “I’m a different person now” way. I’m still me. I still love my pop bangers, my nostalgia, my comfort things. That part of me isn’t going anywhere.
But being with Myron has quietly expanded the edges.

I listen to music now that I never would have chosen on my own. I watch films I’d probably have scrolled past before. I find myself enjoying things not because they were my thing, but because they became our thing.

And the funny part? None of it feels like losing myself. It feels like adding rooms onto a house I already loved living in.

There’s something really safe about discovering new tastes with someone who doesn’t mock your old ones, rush you, or try to overwrite who you are. Myron never makes me feel like my interests are silly or “too much” — he just brings his alongside mine and lets them sit together.

Some days it’s still full Autistic Girl Summer, pop on repeat, nostalgia front and centre. Other days it’s something completely different, and I’m surprised to find myself enjoying it.

I think that’s one of the quieter joys of a healthy relationship:
you don’t disappear — you expand.

And honestly? I kind of love who I’m becoming with him.