I can’t wait for the day when I have my other half, my special someone, my soul mate. And I wake up, and he’s there. The sun will be slightly streaming through the curtains, showing all the colours of his face, the slight rose in his cheeks, the delightful pink of his lips, curled up in a tiny smile, as if he’s dreaming of something wonderful. I’ll let him have all the covers. We will fall asleep holding hands, and I’ll wake up wrapped up tightly to his chest. Nowhere I feel more at home than in his arms. It will be the simple things: sharing bubble baths, coming home to a delicious dinner after a long day of work with candles and flowers and him, standing there in a sweater smiling because I came home to him. Weekend outings to markets, or cafes, or movies, or walks in the park, arm in arm or hand in hand, piggy back rides when legs get weary and legs over legs, head on lap or head on shoulder while looking at the sky together, reading books, watching movies. Wandering second hand shops and finding each other little presents and surprising each other when we get home. Travelling the world together. Sharing sandwiches and him trading with me because I liked his better. Me, cooking him pancakes and fresh juice, bringing it to him in bed with the paper. Him, ignoring said paper and pancakes momentarily while he kisses me and kisses me and loving me. Endless mornings like these. The support. The moments where I need him and he’s there: on the phone, in person, whenever. The times when we are apart and I come home or he comes home and we still run up to each other, bags get thrown to the ground while we embrace and it’s like he never gets old. Nothing is ever boring or simple. It’s always exciting and wonderful and magical. And his face is the last thing I see and the first thing I see and all I want to see and all I dream about. Never wanting to be apart. Always wanting to be in his arms. The feeling of his hands brushing my face, my arm, my leg. Like electricity and warmth and all the energy in the world. The way his smile makes me smile. The way his laugh makes my heart grow inside my chest. The way his eyes make me lose my breath. The way he can simply look at me and I know he loves me, I feel loved and beautiful and special and he doesn’t even need to say it. How I can be so sad, so distraught, and nothing but his gentle voice, words and embraces will help. The way he wants me to be his one and only forever and have children with me. The way I know he is going to be an amazing father. And the way I know he’s going to love his children as much as he loves their mother, and how happy I will be for all of them to share that kind of love.
And how I know our love will never die. Even when we do. Even when we grow and change and wither. He will always make me feel the same way.
And I haven’t met him yet. But when I do, oh boy, it’s going to be something super extraordinary.
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