ALWAYS treat him like the wonderful love that he is

After two and a half years, we still have every bit of romance that we’ve ever sparked. He treats me like a princess, like his beautiful girl.

The other day after work, he took me out to a field where he picked me a dozen and a half tiger lilies from the side of the road. They’re my favorite flower and he was so sweet when he was doing it. He picked an array of flowers and made sure that they looked beautiful together. They were all facing the right ways and made a gorgeous bouquet.

It was something so romantic and thoughtful and spur-of-the-moment. It’s these little things that make me fall in love with him more and more every single day.

With a kiss and a smile he swept me off my feet.

Yesterday was a beautiful, picture-perfect spring day. The blue sky was bright and wonderful and we had to get away. This beautiful spring day was at our mercy as we stole hours away from it. We snuck away to our secret clearing in the woods, far away from prying eyes.

As we laid there, we looked up at the big and beautiful world above us. We talked about life and the world and the (in)significance of it all. As the talk melted into kisses, we lost ourselves in those stolen hours.

His eyes are the exact shade of the sky.

What a night. What an awful, changing night. We got to talking, and realized there are a lot of things that aren’t going right lately.
We fight too much and don’t respect each other like we used to. We lost something important, and things just aren’t the same.
So we talked. We talked for almost two hours straight, no interruptions, no pretenses. We said what we thought and what we meant. We cried a lot.
But we got through it. The more we talked, the more we realized that this is something special. This isn’t something that we can throw away just because it got tough. We really love each other and we got wrapped up in trying to be the “perfect couple”. We forgot about lots of good stuff and started to focus on flaws.
So we moved on. We cried it all out. We recalled why we love each other and how we taught each other how to love and why we’re still together. We made a decision to talk a lot, be more considerate, and move forward. Instead of living in the future or the past, we’re going to love each other in the present, in the here and now.
We both feel it. We’re something special. I can’t imagine losing him. Maybe someday our lives will move in different directions, but not yet. I can’t imagine moving on from him, because he is my rock. I’m crazy about him.

“This love is difficult, but it’s real,

Don’t be afraid

We’ll make it out of this mess

It’s a love story, baby…”

...and I just wanted to curl him up in my arms and let him sleep it off.

So I did.

We wrapped ourselves up in a blanket and I watched The Family Stone while he slept. And I kissed him softly and listend to him breathe when the movie became tedious.

I think he appreciated it, and despite the sickness, it was a nice night. ((We made dinner, getting distracted by words and kisses the whole time, then decorated the Christmas tree before he started to feel lousy.))

...to describe him. I know that we’re young, but that just makes us some of the lucky ones. He’s treats me like gold, showering me with kisses and warm words and love. He does sweet, unexpected things for me.

One of my favorite things about him, about us, is that we can talk for hours about nothing and about everything. There is no place that I’d rather be than in his arms.

He is sweet, romantic, caring, wonderful. He makes me feel things that I never thought I could feel. He makes me feel things that they haven’t invented words for yet, that writers can’t even write about because it’s too intimite for most people’s eyes. He flies me to the moon.

This is real, I know that. I always knew that when I fell for the first time, I’d fall hard and I’d fall fast and I’d fall for real. Well, there is nothing more real than this. And the best part is that I never actually fell…he caught me and now we can fly together.