Today Is Our Wedding Day!

So our wedding is today. I am about to marry my best friend in the whole world and I am so happy this day has finally arrived.

Our whole relationship has been like a Nicholas Sparks novel and I feel like I have reached the end of a chapter that grabs your curiosity and forces you to go on to the next. I feel like my whole life has been leading up to this point and I am right on the verge of beginning of the greatest years of my life.

Now granted, it won’t always be easy but that’s what makes it fun. Maybe I’m naïve, or maybe, just maybe I know exactly what I’m getting into and I’m ready for this challenge. At any rate, I am the happiest woman in the world.

I love you!

In My Arms

Seems like you’ve been gone for so long.

You walked through the door at mid-night. At first you don’t see me but then you turn your head and you look at me with your penetrating eyes. Suddenly your arms are around me. I wrap my arms around you. And I don’t want to let go. I want to be one with you. Not gently. Not romantically. But the way we’ve always been… with passion…with heat… with energy and life. You whisper in my ear, “I’ve missed you.” And, I’ve missed you too, so very much. 

Need

Only 17 hours to go before you arrive at the airport. I’m dying to see you. I don’t want to see you, I need too. I need to see those green eyes. I love they way they look when you are looking at me. They light up my world and drown away my worries.
 
I’ve missed you. I’ve missed your voice. I’m struck each time you tell me you love me.

 I think of my future and how there is no one better than you.

 I freaking love you! 

It’s Our Turn

Many years and many miles have kept us apart for so long sometimes it’s hard to believe we have really found each other again. Now we must make time disappear and distance grow shorter. We have grown older and matured; now it’s our turn … it’s our turn to make each other happy. 

When You’re Gone

“I always needed time on my own

I never thought I’d need you there when I cry

And the days feel like years when I’m alone And the bed where you lie is made up on your side

Everything that I do reminds me of you

And the clothes you left, they lie on the floor

And they smell just like you, I love the things that you do

  

When you’re gone

The pieces of my heart are missing you

When you’re gone

The face I came to know is missing too

When you’re gone

The words I need to hear to always get me through the day and make it ok

I miss you”

Avril Lavigne – When You’re Gone

Another Day

Today is another day that I will spend too far away from you. The house is silent as I am the only one awake and as I sit here with my morning coffee I have a moment to breathe before all the activities of the day begin. The peacefulness is allowing me to think only about you and to reflect upon the lovely words you email and text me. Your words are so eloquent and yet so casual … like an expert chef who doesn’t need to think about the ingredients for his special delicious. I can’t seem to do that adequately, in my mind, in the course of everyday emails. I try to convey how much I love you but in order to do so I have to sit quietly and construct each sentence just so – as I am now.

This is part of what has been on my mind this morning:

I miss you with me. I dream of you. With every message, every phone call, and every email from you, I feel more loved than I have ever felt in my entire life. And what I find so beautiful is the amazing connection of our souls. It’s knowing that no matter where we are or what we are doing there is one person who loves each of us unconditionally. It is safe and comfortable as much as it is beautiful. It is how we have overcome the physical separation. It is how we dream and hope and live. I’m already so close to you, I feel you inside me, but I want to be next to you, touching you, inhaling your scent, tasting your lips. Like you, I just want to be close. 

Defeated Thoughts

I cried myself to sleep last night you know. I was just missing you and I felt alone. There I was lying on the couch, a tear escaped my eye and I began to cry. (Seems the couch is my favourite place to boohoo.)

With all of my being I want your arms around me. I want to feel your lips on my neck and your fingers tangled in my hair. I miss spending the evening alone with you.

Most of all…I just wanted you here. I wanted to be able to turn over and see your face thisclosetomine.

And I hate that I’m so wrapped in emotions. Why do I cry like this every so often? It is so not like me. I am usually so composed, so in control of my feelings. Perhaps it’s because I don’t want to be in control all the time. Or perhaps it’s because I just really miss you.