When you’ve met “the one” you know. You just do. There’s something about the way your heart skips a beat when you see them approach; the way you forget to breath when you hear their voice, and the way you ache to be near them when they’re gone. You wonder if you’d survive a moment without them in your life. It’s unmistakable the way they make you feel.
Though some times the light at the end of the tunnel seems bleak, that person can make you smile. You forget all your troubles with the tiniest gesture, a hug, one gentle kiss; everything that once seemed so profound is suddenly minuscule.
That person can, without even trying, brighten your day; make you feel alive, love life.
I’ve found that person. I (finally) married him two years ago today.
He’s the person that I am at my utmost comfortable self with. Not a care in the world, because no matter how loud I burp, or fart, his looks of antipathy cannot disguise the utter adoration (or jealousy cuz I’m better at expelling gas then him).
After seven years together, we still laugh and love like it was the first time. Mike is my rock. He is my love, my one and only, my life. I love him like a fat kid loves cake.
Today while washing dishes together, Mike had a rather large knife in his hand and requested the dry towel I had hanging haphazardly over my shoulder; I leaned in for him to take it, but instead he just wiped the knife blade as the towel remained on my shoulder. I moved to avoid the shiny sharp edge that we strategically aimed towards my jugular.
He says: “Don’t worry, I wasn’t going to hurt you!”
To which I reply, “I know hon; just not keen to have a knife blade aimed at my throat.”
Mike then retorts: “I’d strangle you before I’d stab you. That way I can watch your life be slowly drained away- kinda like you do to me every. damn. day.”
See how thoughtful he is? *swoon* I’m so in love.
Happy Anniversary honeybear.
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