I have refused to watch any thing or read any thing by Nicholas Sparks. He use to be my favorite author until a few years ago. Until I became bitter about love. I let someone ruin love for me. Ruin everything that it means and what it stands for. Real love. The ooey gooey rot your teeth our of your face kind of love. I've never ever experienced that kind of love, until Maury.
Yes, I am doing it. I am succumbing to the evil. This entry is dedicated to the man that I love with all of my heart and soul. Maury.
What I have described above in the fist paragraph is exactly the way I feel about Maury. Thinking about him gives me butterflies. There really are no other words I could use to describe the way I feel about him. He's the man I see waiting for me at the end of the aisle on our wedding day. The one I see holding our first precious baby and most importantly, the one I want to grow old with in the nursing home. I never ever want to live without him. Thinking about it makes it hard to breathe.
Our love is no where near perfect. It's messy and all over the place. But we make it. We've made it through a lot the last 2 years, and I can honestly say because of him, I am better. I am a better person. I think differently. He's better too. He's a more beautiful person that the day that I met him and that's hard to believe. He surprises me everyday. He's smart, witty, hysterically funny, passionate, compassionate, ambitious, loving, caring, faithful, positive, loyal, self-controlled, laid-back, and so much more. The most important thing is, he loves me unconditionally and has since the day we got together. He has never once doubted his love for me. He supports me in whatever I do and for all that I appreciate and love him more than anything in the world.
See, I use to hate love stories.......... until I found my own. :)
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