WHAT A LOVELY WRITING...

“You know, I never really saw it coming. You meet someone and maybe your heart will beat in a different pattern. Or you’ll see something special in their eyes or the way their voice lights up your soul, but you never really see it coming. I knew she was someone I’d never want to lose from my life, I just never saw it coming. I didn’t expect to get the butterflies every time she walks into a room. After 11 years you’d think that would fade away, you’d think that those butterflies would stop but they haven’t. She walks into any room and she is still the only girl I see. You never really know how important someone is to you until you’re laying in bed next to her. Until you’ve revealed all that the world does not know about you. Until you’re no longer scared to show her, all of you. All of your flaws and your insecurities all of what makes you, you. I never expected to ache for her kisses and live for her hugs. Or how she’s gone for a month and I countdown like a kid on Christmas till I have her in my arms again. I didn’t expect to look forward to Sunday mornings when I can finally see her or getting off work just to have her by my side. You never really see it coming. How you’re not much of a dancer but somehow you find yourself looking up YouTube tutorials to impress her the next time you take her hand and drag her onto the dance floor. I never expected how much I’d love someone, even though she’s hard headed and sometimes fights with me about the smallest things. I never really thought I’d fall this hard. You never really expect it. How much you live for moments with them. How laying naked in their arms is the one place you’d feel fully clothed, you’d feel secure, and untouchable. I want Monday evening tea with her. Tuesday movie night with her. I want Wednesday morning eggs and pancakes and Thursday afternoon sex with her. I want Friday night “let’s just cuddle in bed and forget the world.” Saturday “I’ll wait here for you, go out and have fun babe” nights. And I want Sunday morning kisses, Sunday noon wrestling in the middle of our living room floor, and Sunday night, “Let’s cook dinner together.” I never expected that, I never thought I’d believe in love as much as I do when I look into her eyes. I never thought I’d want the house, the kids, the wife, and our Husky dog. You know, you never really expect it. You never really see it coming. You never realize what love is or what it does for us. You never realize it, until you’re laying in bed and her head is on your chest, and all you can fathom to say is, “this is all that I’ve ever needed.””

—	I know now