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There is something special when you can go to bed and you can't necessarily be beside the one you love, but you feel them all around you, and in your heart, because you know half of their heart is resting with you, as is yours, some miles away.
And when you cuddle a pillow or a blanket, what ever it may be, it turns into that person, and that pillow is suddenly the most soft, comforting thing to ever grace your bed. And if you try hard enough, you can imagine so vividly that their arms are draped around you in a most loving way, that you can feel the slight breeze across your skin and it makes you shiver.
He's so amazing. He's beautiful, in every aspect. I don't care what he looks like, or how he thinks his smile is a bit off....His heart, it's attatched itself so firmly to mine. I love him to death, and he's so cute and innocent, but GOD he can be sexy if he wants to, and it drives me crazy. Little things he wants to do...Like cuddle on the couch and read, or watch tv, or just hold my hand because he loves me.
He LOVES me. I still have a hard time adjusting to that fact. It's like trying to take the most beautiful thing on earth and pairing with the world's most annoying hampster. I don't know how he fell in love with the way I am, or my stupid humor, or my seemingly constant sex drive, or the fact that I can't go more than two hours without him without feeling like I'm trying to get off crack cocaine. But, he loves me. And he WANTS to be with me, and hold me, and brush my hair away from my face and look me in the eyes because he wants to tell me that he LOVES me and that he means it. And god, he's so beautiful.
I can't wait to be Mrs. Tamwood, and I can't wait until we have little ones running around our feet and clinging to our knees and saying 'Mama, I love you,' and 'Daddy, I love you', and telling us we're cute, and touching our faces with their tiny fingers and hands, and throwing their arms around our shoulders and loving us because we love them. And when they first walk into his arms, I'll probably sit down and sob my eyes out because, by god, he chose me over all the other people that would've treated him better, and spoiled him more, and given him more kisses and cuddles.
I am so lucky to have someone who is willing to take care of me when I'm sick, and run their fingers through my hair JUST TO DO SO. Just to be close. Every minute, I'm loving him more, and those minutes eventually go to days, and months, and years, leading up until we can finally be in each others arms and be genuinely happy for the first time in our lives.
Welcome home, self. I missed you.
I am Ashley Graham · Fri Nov 30, 2007 @ 12:31pm · 1 Comments |
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