‘Cause It’s You & Me

Jan 27, 2011

I’m sitting here at 11:45 at night and thinking to myself about just how damn lucky I am. I say this because I have a man who comes home to me every night and the first thing he thinks to do is give me a kiss to let me know that I matter and that he loves me.

I have a man who I can text and ask to bring me food, who doesn’t have to ask what I want and just knows. I’m lucky in regards to the fact that this man, who sometimes drives me bat shit crazy with some of the things he does, is still the person who’s arms I want to crawl into and stay in forever because it’s right; because that’s where I’m safest. Because it’s home.

I don’t deny that he and I have our hiccups. We fight, we disagree, we pout, we bitch, even moan– but at the end of the day, there is that look we share and we just know. We know that our love is there, beating strongly between the two of us, never wavering, only growing as we continue to grow together.

There isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t have to stop and catch my breath when he kisses me. There isn’t a night that goes by when I don’t crawl into his arms and wish that we could lay like that forever. Two souls– beating as one; entangled, impassioned, and lost in each other’s hearts.

There isn’t a year that goes by when I can’t help by look back and think—damn I’m lucky.

I think the universe gave him to me as a gift. As a, “Hey kiddo, you had a pretty screwed up life—but here this will make up for it.”

And you know what? It has.