Yes I do. He exists, he is real, and he is mine.
I've spent the last week half delusional battling a terrible virus that has taken control of my body. I wish I could say that it was terrible, and that the sleepless nights that caused bags under my eyes was sickening - but this was all immaterial compared to the love that was blanketed over my helplessness.
Saturday was brutal. I was a host to a terrible sickness that made me look half-dead, took away my voice, and plagued my body with terrible aches. I managed to put half an effort into work, and skipped out of the doors as soon as my shift got over.
As soon as I made it through the doors of my house, I threw on my jammies and vegetated in front of the T.V.
My manfriend was unable to console me for the first half of the day, but swooped in for the evening shift.
He was supposed to go home that night, I think my helplessness was plastered all over my face, because he decided to spend the night watching over me.
We ate, and then cuddled and watched Richard Gere's Shall We Dance. I swooned over the romance, because I'm a big sap like that.
Not too long after the movie, sleep beckoned us, and we decided to surrender.
I lay in bed, congested, and ugly. He lay next to me, listening to my body's unease and restlessness. For every cough, he patted my back. I think he may have gotten less sleep than I, worrying about inability to just, relax, rest, and recover. I would sleep, have a cough attack and startle him awake, and repeat this routine throughout the night.
By the time morning came around, I looked over, and saw that he was finally sleeping. Peaceful. I looked at him, and relished the thought of waking up to him every morning. I can do this. Us.
I can't imagine that it gets any better than this, basking in each other's love.
My entire life has shifted, and I am finally not the center of my own universe.
I can't help but think that when things are so good, the first thing we do, is question our worthiness of this great thing that is happening to us. Unfortunately, I am guilty of doubting my worthiness of this incredible man whose love for me is greater than anything I have ever felt.
I am not me anymore without him.
While growing up, I never understood the concept of Yin and Yang. Today, I am living it. The perfect union of two entities that coexist and sustain a perfect balance.
My perfect other half, exists, and I am undeniably one of the luckiest women to roam the earth, or so he makes me feel.
I've spent the last week half delusional battling a terrible virus that has taken control of my body. I wish I could say that it was terrible, and that the sleepless nights that caused bags under my eyes was sickening - but this was all immaterial compared to the love that was blanketed over my helplessness.
Saturday was brutal. I was a host to a terrible sickness that made me look half-dead, took away my voice, and plagued my body with terrible aches. I managed to put half an effort into work, and skipped out of the doors as soon as my shift got over.
As soon as I made it through the doors of my house, I threw on my jammies and vegetated in front of the T.V.
My manfriend was unable to console me for the first half of the day, but swooped in for the evening shift.
He was supposed to go home that night, I think my helplessness was plastered all over my face, because he decided to spend the night watching over me.
We ate, and then cuddled and watched Richard Gere's Shall We Dance. I swooned over the romance, because I'm a big sap like that.
Not too long after the movie, sleep beckoned us, and we decided to surrender.
I lay in bed, congested, and ugly. He lay next to me, listening to my body's unease and restlessness. For every cough, he patted my back. I think he may have gotten less sleep than I, worrying about inability to just, relax, rest, and recover. I would sleep, have a cough attack and startle him awake, and repeat this routine throughout the night.
By the time morning came around, I looked over, and saw that he was finally sleeping. Peaceful. I looked at him, and relished the thought of waking up to him every morning. I can do this. Us.
I can't imagine that it gets any better than this, basking in each other's love.
My entire life has shifted, and I am finally not the center of my own universe.
I can't help but think that when things are so good, the first thing we do, is question our worthiness of this great thing that is happening to us. Unfortunately, I am guilty of doubting my worthiness of this incredible man whose love for me is greater than anything I have ever felt.
I am not me anymore without him.
While growing up, I never understood the concept of Yin and Yang. Today, I am living it. The perfect union of two entities that coexist and sustain a perfect balance.
My perfect other half, exists, and I am undeniably one of the luckiest women to roam the earth, or so he makes me feel.
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