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For many years I watched your lip during our conversations, today I savor the taste of your kiss

Many times my breathing quickened from the casual and innocent touch of your hand, today I treasure the moments I hug you tight in my arms. 

I always enjoyed our conversations and your voice was sweet music to my ears, today my heart races when I hear your voice say you love me. 

So many times I made excuses to create opportunities to see you, today I make excuses to hold you in my arms a little longer.  

Over the years I had many fantasies about you, today every fantasy I had pales in comparison to the woman I make love to. 

There were many days I wished I had the courage to tell you how much you meant to me, today I am proud to have your heart and I cherish our love. 

For many years I watched your lip during our conversations, today I savor the taste of your kiss

Many times my breathing quickened from the casual and innocent touch of your hand, today I treasure the moments I hug you tight in my arms. 

I always enjoyed our conversations and your voice was sweet music to my ears, today my heart races when I hear your voice say you love me. 

So many times I made excuses to create opportunities to see you, today I make excuses to hold you in my arms a little longer.  

Over the years I had many fantasies about you, today every fantasy I had pales in comparison to the woman I make love to. 

There were many days I wished I had the courage to tell you how much you meant to me, today I am proud to have your heart and I cherish our love. 

For many years I watched your lip during our conversations, today I savor the taste of your kiss

Many times my breathing quickened from the casual and innocent touch of your hand, today I treasure the moments I hug you tight in my arms. 

I always enjoyed our conversations and your voice was sweet music to my ears, today my heart races when I hear your voice say you love me. 

So many times I made excuses to create opportunities to see you, today I make excuses to hold you in my arms a little longer.  

Over the years I had many fantasies about you, today every fantasy I had pales in comparison to the woman I make love to. 

There were many days I wished I had the courage to tell you how much you meant to me, today I am proud to have your heart and I cherish our loves. 

It was a beautiful summer morning.  Low humidity combined with the morning temperatures made it a perfect day for a long walk.  

I always looked forward to our walks.  It was our time to escape the hustle and bustle of life.  Our walks always generated talks that lasted hours.  No topic was off limits, just incredible and quality time together.  

Nothing was unusual about this summer day.  Our pace was good, the talk was nonstop, it seemed like it was going to be a great day. Then it happened, not long after our turnaround point.  Just two sentences, totaling five words, and those words would change everything. 

It was nothing for us to innocently joke or tease each other and this morning was no different.  I forget what I said but it was funny and it caused me to laugh.  Without missing a step, she pushed me off the road into a shallow ditch.  That’s when two words slipped out of my mouth, they were unplanned, unscripted, yet full of truth.  My brain had no backup plan for what my mouth was about to do.  I was in total shocked when I heard myself say, “love you”.  

Just to offer a little backstory, I have to admit, I had admired this woman for years.  Falling in love with her had been easy, she was that perfect.  Honestly, if I could special order a woman who possessed everything I was looking for, it would be her.  

So there I stood, knowing what I had just said and fearing what her response would be.  My brain was already in damage control mode but there was no way out of this one.  Was she going to laugh at me, maybe lecture me,  or even shun me into the dreadful friend zone.  As fast as my brain was working on a solution, I never expected what she did next. 

In what seemed like slow motion, she had completely stopped in her tracks, looked over her right shoulder, her eyes locked onto me, her lips curled into that beautiful smile she has and she said, “Love you too”. 

Did this really just happen?  Did we just exchange “love you”s?  We resumed our walk but our talk never quite recovered.  There was excitement between us.  There was a lot more than usual side glances between us.  

Over the next couple of weeks we had talks about expectations; there were moments of hesitation but we kept pushing forward; we set boundaries and then willingly overstepped them; slowly we were becoming “us”.   She warned me that when she loves she loves hard.  I warned her that my style of loving was different.  

That beautiful summer morning, when five words changed my life, was over a year ago.  There’s no way to describe how much I love this woman.  

It was a beautiful summer morning.  Low humidity combined with the morning temperatures made it a perfect day for a long walk.  

I always looked forward to our walks.  It was our time to escape the hustle and bustle of life.  Our walks always generated talks that lasted hours.  No topic was off limits, just incredible and quality time together.  

Nothing was unusual about this summer day.  Our pace was good, the talk was nonstop, it seemed like it was going to be a great day. Then it happened, not long after our turnaround point.  Just two sentences, totaling five words, and those words would change everything. 

It was nothing for us to innocently joke or tease each other and this morning was no different.  I forget what I said but it was funny and it caused me to laugh.  Without missing a step, she pushed me off the road into a shallow ditch.  That’s when two words slipped out of my mouth, they were unplanned, unscripted, yet full of truth.  My brain had no backup plan for what my mouth was about to do.  I was in total shocked when I heard myself say, “love you”.  

Just to offer a little backstory, I have to admit, I had admired this woman for years.  Falling in love with her had been easy, she was that perfect.  Honestly, if I could special order a woman who possessed everything I was looking for, it would be her.  

So there I stood, knowing what I had just said and fearing what her response would be.  My brain was already in damage control mode but there was no way out of this one.  Was she going to laugh at me, maybe lecture me,  or even shun me into the dreadful friend zone.  As fast as my brain was working on a solution, I never expected what she did next. 

In what seemed like slow motion, she had completely stopped in her tracks, looked over her right shoulder, her eyes locked onto me, her lips curled into that beautiful smile she has and she said, “Love you too”. 

Did this really just happen?  Did we just exchange “love you”s?  We resumed our walk but our talk never quite recovered.  There was excitement between us.  There was a lot more than usual side glances between us.  

Over the next couple of weeks we had talks about expectations; there were moments of hesitation but we kept pushing forward; we set boundaries and then willingly overstepped them; slowly we were becoming “us”.   She warned me that when she loves she loves hard.  I warned her that my style of loving was different.  

That beautiful summer morning, when five words changed my life, was over a year ago.  There’s no way to describe how much I love this woman.  

I fell in love with a woman who had a traumatic childhood and still carries some deep scars from years ago.  I want her to know that I fell in love with who she is today, the beautiful and smart woman who hugs me so tight.  I fell in love knowing I cannot change her past but I want her to know that I will never judge her by the scars she carries. 

I want her to know that when I say “I love you”, that love comes with the promise that she will never again have to fight her childhood demons alone and I will be at her side to protect her not only today but for all of our tomorrows. 

I want her to know that I hope my love can erase all her triggers, ease all her fears, and install the confidence she needs to see the beauty and the self worth that I see in her. 

Most of all, I want her to know how deeply I have fallen in love with her. 

I fell in love with a woman who had a traumatic childhood and still carries some deep scars from years ago.  I want her to know that I fell in love with who she is today, the beautiful and smart woman who hugs me so tight.  I fell in love knowing I cannot change her past but I want her to know that I will never judge her by the scars she carries. 

I want her to know that when I say “I love you”, that love comes with the promise that she will never again have to fight her childhood demons alone and I will be at her side to protect her not only today but for all of our tomorrows. 

I want her to know that I hope my love can erase all her triggers, ease all her fears, and install the confidence she needs to see the beauty and the self worth that I see in her. 

Most of all, I want her to know how deeply I have fallen in love with her. 

There’s a big difference between comfort and comfortable.  

Comfortable is that old recliner, wearing sweatpants around the house, or those new shoes.  

Comfort is something totally different. 

Comfort is loving that special someone.  It’s telling her you love her and knowing she cherishes your way of loving. 

Comfort is the warmth you feel when looking into her beautiful eyes.  

Comfort is the peace you get when hugging her. 

Comfort is holding her hand on long walks. 

Comfort is knowing you make her feel safe, loved, and wanted. 

Comfort is when she trust you enough to expose her mind, body, and desires to you. 

Comfort is feeling safe to tell her your fantasies without fear of being judged and she says let’s try it. 

Comfort is her snuggling and cuddling in the after glow of love making. 

Comfort is seeing her with no makeup and you cannot believe how beautiful she is. 

Comfort is that early morning phone call after not seeing her over a long weekend. 

Comfort is the sadness that creeps into your heart when your brain wishes you had met her earlier in life. 

Comfort is wishing you could spend every minute you have left with her. 

Money can buy comfortable but it will never create comfort.  

Most people will live out their life's being comfortable without ever meeting that someone who gives them comfort.  

I consider myself lucky because I found her, she is amazing, I love her and I love the comfort she brings to my life. 

I would choose comfort over comfortable any day of the week.