I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you.
I wasn't going to write another mushy entry like this, but something happened to me yesterday that made me reconsider.
Have you ever realized in an instant how much you care for someone, and your stomach feels like you're on a roller coaster...but it's good? I'd never felt that way until yesterday, with John. And it wasn't like he'd just asked me to marry him or something, we were just together as we always are during a visit...and I just felt it.
I have always KNOWN and even felt strongly most of the time about how much I love him. But yesterday afternoon I crossed the line from mere thought to actual feeling. Strong and enduring feeling.
I love him best when he is asleep and more still when he is awake. I watch his eyes when we nap together--of all his features I think I like them the most. His eyes and his smile. He looks like a little boy when his face lights up.
I love the way he walks and the way he laughs at me when I'm being silly; I love the way he cuddles me when I'm not feeling well, the seemingly-unconscious and casual way he'll lightly rub my back or my neck, even in public. The way he compliments my clothes--not just "You look wonderful," but "I really like that skirt/blouse/bracelet/etc."
I like his facial hair and the fact that he was a microbiology major in college, and I love Athens, Georgia where he lives, and his cat and dog might as well be mine as far as that goes. I like his family, too, though I've only met them once.
He treats me like a queen. I trust him absolutely; he never gives me reason not to do so. I grow in my love for him as time passes.
I know that someday we'll both grow old. Since he is a fair bit older than I am, I will probably end up taking care of him someday. I love him enough to think of this without quailing.
He brought me 9 yellow roses yesterday, the kind with the red tips--like fire. Today is our anniversary.
Happy anniversary, my beloved.
Have you ever realized in an instant how much you care for someone, and your stomach feels like you're on a roller coaster...but it's good? I'd never felt that way until yesterday, with John. And it wasn't like he'd just asked me to marry him or something, we were just together as we always are during a visit...and I just felt it.
I have always KNOWN and even felt strongly most of the time about how much I love him. But yesterday afternoon I crossed the line from mere thought to actual feeling. Strong and enduring feeling.
I love him best when he is asleep and more still when he is awake. I watch his eyes when we nap together--of all his features I think I like them the most. His eyes and his smile. He looks like a little boy when his face lights up.
I love the way he walks and the way he laughs at me when I'm being silly; I love the way he cuddles me when I'm not feeling well, the seemingly-unconscious and casual way he'll lightly rub my back or my neck, even in public. The way he compliments my clothes--not just "You look wonderful," but "I really like that skirt/blouse/bracelet/etc."
I like his facial hair and the fact that he was a microbiology major in college, and I love Athens, Georgia where he lives, and his cat and dog might as well be mine as far as that goes. I like his family, too, though I've only met them once.
He treats me like a queen. I trust him absolutely; he never gives me reason not to do so. I grow in my love for him as time passes.
I know that someday we'll both grow old. Since he is a fair bit older than I am, I will probably end up taking care of him someday. I love him enough to think of this without quailing.
He brought me 9 yellow roses yesterday, the kind with the red tips--like fire. Today is our anniversary.
Happy anniversary, my beloved.