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18 September 2014 @ 02:38 pm
"Blessed be the woman who finds a man to laugh with her, cry with her, love her, and grow old with her."

I well and truly believe that I've found such a man.

This Monday, we celebrated our 3rd month together. I can hardly believe that it's only been 9 months since I've known him. He has changed my life in so many ways.

It's funny, the way that people find one another. Amidst all the guys that I knew, I never once thought that this sweet guy would be someone so special to me.

He may not be the brightest one in the box, but I am certain that he loves me the most. The way he glances at me in the darkened cinema. The tender look in his eyes tell me exactly how much I mean to him. When he kisses my cheek, it is as light as a feather. So gentle and yet full of emotion, screaming that he'd never want to let me go. The way his hands find my waist, my shoulder, my hand. They whisper, "stay with me always, my dear."

He is not a boy who will leave me in the lurch. He is a man who will rein me in through my darkest days, guide my way through the storm, and follow me through hell and back. He is my pillar, my sounding board, my strength, my refuge.

I never show weakness or admit defeat. Yet his chest and open arms draw sweet surrender. Others may cut me down in my time of weakness, but he celebrates them.

He makes it a point to send me home, even though he lives absurdly far away. It's not sweet words and kisses we exchange on the long journeys home. Lying in his protective embrace, being lulled to sleep, is what I call bliss.

He adores me, I know. Selfish as it may be, I revel in it, but I'll never let him know.

I know he earnestly wishes for my happiness. Simple as it may be, spending a day together brightens up his entire day.

I've never been described as needy. And I never found the need or want to be in close proximity regularly. Yet when it comes to him, I find myself smiling about the the next time we meet.