Trick of Fate: Happy monthsary Dee

I love him. At least I think I do.

I love the way he tastes, the way he makes my heart skip a beat when I see him, how that he makes me feel so wonderfully, how I can be myself around him. I don't know if I am 'in love' as they say, but I know that I love him deeply. And I think, I know, he loves me too.

Is that something that I question against? No, I just know for a fact that I love him and that if you love someone, then you have a bond, especially if the other has feelings for you too. Oh I don't claim to be a genius on this subject, no; I have had little experience in actually loving someone. I’ve gone out with a variety of people but never have I felt what I feel around him.

No.

Maybe this is the real thing, maybe, but maybe it's only puppy love. But if its puppy love, then why in only a few weeks do we know each others life stories, aspirations, dreams, future plans? Why do we constant cling to each other and face the world as if we'll never be apart? Why is it that we can joke around and yet still be serious?

When we talk, it's like the worlds just flow, and when they do stop, the silence is perfect, not harsh nor cold. It's perfect, like the way he holds my hands, shelters me from the cold, kisses my lips as he tells me that I would look beautiful no matter what. It's almost as perfect as the way he says the most perfect things, at always the right time.

I need him. I need his smile, his laugh, his voice, his arms. But I think he needs me too. He needs to know how a rose smells on a spring day, how innocent a young love can be, but how real at the same time. He needs me to tell him that time is valuable but a missed date means nothing because there will be other dates, other movies, other walks. But it is he who tells me that every missed second is a second away from paradise, a second away from heaven.

Sometimes I just look at him and think; maybe I’ve been through so much bad to have this little piece of good. And that makes it all worth while.

He told me I was a diamond in the rough, but it is he who makes me shine and glimmer as a crown jewel. He tells me as our fingers entwine and do a sacred dance, of plans of years to come. Never doubting for a second the length of this relationship, it's like he knows that we'll last. He has confidence for the both of us.

And as I rest my head on his shoulder and he whispers loving words in my ears, I think that maybe he's right, that we will stay together longer than the average.

I turn and face him, and as he smiles, I tell him that I believe in him as much as he believes in me.

He tells me he loves me, and as we kiss...

I think, I love you too.

Happy monthsary Dee.