My Love

I met my husband when I was 19 years old.  He was 20 and was a friend of the girl across the hall.  When I saw him it wasn't love at first sight, it was barely an acknowledgement.  He was our DD when we went to a frat party.  He stuck by my side throughout the night, but I kept sneaking away because I was into another guy.  Then the party got busted and I remember grabbing his hand while the cops questioned our age.  Romantic I know.

The romantic part came later.  He began to hang out with my friends more and more.  And then one day I realized I liked him, a lot.  It's weird to explain, but it felt like a part of my soul went "oh there you are."  I never felt comfortable with any other guy, but with Dave it was seamless.  He became my best friend.

Our first few months were very soap opera-y.  You know, the drama played out by teenagers who think they are adults.  He said I love you first, a complete slip of the tongue, but I believe he truly meant it.  Of course he briefly "took it back" saying he felt we were too young to feel that way.  My mom says that she felt he just wasn't ready to fall that hard, that fast, that young. I get it now, but oh the tears I cried those months.

Then one day it clicked for him and we were in it for good and never looked back. We married five years after we started dating and have been together for over eight years now, three of them as husband and wife.

He's my best friend and I can't imagine being with anyone else.  He encourages me to reach my goals, to be the best i can be, and oh the way he looks at me! It's like we are the only two people on earth.  I can feel the love in his eyes, and I feel my heart swell that it wants to burst out of my chest, I love him so! As the years go on, I fall more in love with him, and he with me.   And when we come home at night after long days at work, my soul goes "there you are" once again.  I do feel lucky in that area, my husband is the best person for me, and for that, I am blessed.