Love of My Life
As the days get closer to THE day I am grateful to have met you in this generation, post 1967. For we are different shades from different countries.
At 17 I never thought I'd meet you, the Love of my life. At 17 I didn't think I was capable of falling in love. You had this mysterious gravity and I couldn't help but be drawn in. Can I trust you?
The distance has proven difficult but falling in love with you was effortless. I give you my heart, I give you my soul. Honestly, I gave all of that to you a long time ago. You didn't have to ask. Being with you gave my tired heart a rest and my soul a place to call home. Comfort for my tears, and a reason for my soul to smile, something I never felt before.
Now I imagine walking down the aisle and being greeted by your smiling face. Each step I take toward your warm embrace and our bright future. Love of my life, I can't wait to meet you at the alter.
Our story doesn't seem real and at times I wonder when I'll wake up. Am I dreaming?
For a long time I waited for the other shoe to drop. I mean, it kind of did. This decade wasn't easy.
You get me. You love me freely knowing fully what you're getting into. You except me. Not some version of me. With all my flaws, with all my quirks, Love of my life, I am yours completely.