When I see you, my heart still skips a beat. You are the most handsome man I know, and I love the distinguished grey at your temples, the ever deepening crinkles around your eyes.
When we touch it still tingles just as much as it did when we were 17. And it tingled a lot at 17. One difference that time and proximity has brought is that cuddling close to you can provide more peace and calm than it ever did at age 16 or 17. Being with you has always felt immeasurably right. We are supposed to be together. God is in His heaven and all is right with the world when you’re near.
I still have a hard time believing that I get to spend my life with you. That I share your bed at night. That we’re *supposed* to spend time alone together, completely unchaperoned. Even though it’s been that way for 18 years.
Life with you is exciting and also warm and comfortable. You provide every positive emotion for me, just by being who you are. I am so lucky. So very lucky. You’re amazing and I never want to have to imagine life without you and your beautiful wonderfulness.
You’re mine. I’m yours.
We fit well together.
I love you so much. Today and every day. I love you.