My husband has always been a deep thinker. Sometimes he may think too deeply, if that’s possible, but he’s often right about a lot of things. His thoughts are what lured me to him-he was mysterious, and I liked that. Though, he could be wishy-washy at times, and he upset me more than usual, his unsureness about us was what made him all the more appealing to me. He often drifted without notice-for weeks at a time. There were reasons, of course, for his absence. Reasons that I was completely unaware of-or maybe blind to-at the time. One of the main reasons, I will not go into now-maybe another time; but another reason was his deep thinking. I fell in love with him easily, and I wasn’t afraid of it. He was a lot harder to convince, though, of his love for me. It took time. As he drifted, I tried to forget about him, thinking that maybe we would never be. I still had a feeling deep within that he was the one, but I often tried to get out quickly before I became too wrapped up. It was too late, of course, but I hadn’t realized that. He didn’t know it, and neither did I, but he had me already. And then one day, I decided to wait. I knew I loved him, and I knew he loved me; I wanted to show him that I would wait forever for him if I had to. So I waited. Finally, he came around, texting me late one night saying, “Are you my girlfriend?” out of the blue. And so I was. We moved in together seven months later, and less than a year after that, we were married. Here we are now.
He has fallen asleep before me tonight, and I can’t help but look at him as he sleeps, breathing softly. He has a scar on his nose, lips that seem to fit mine like a puzzle piece that was missing, and the longest lashes I’ve seen. His face has handsome angles and his teeth are straight-not in a way that is perfect but in a way that is his. His hands are large, almost twice the size of mine, and he is tall and skinny, but in a good way. I feel so incredibly lucky that I am the one able to watch him sleep at night. I will be the one to watch him laugh, cry, fear, reminisce… for the rest of our lives.
We’ve come a long way, it seems. My best friend is my husband; I feel as if life cannot get any better than that.
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this is a great post. intimate and wonderfully written. i love the descriptions in the second to last paragraph. how great of you to wait — so brave; i don’t know if i would have been able to do the same.
Oh geez. That is too freakin cute. I love sneaking glances at my sig other when he’s sleeping! I think it’s one of the best times to love someone.
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