I was asked tonight what you mean to me. Such a simple question, yet so profound. I smiled to myself, as hundreds of memories flooded my mind.
What does she mean to me? She means happiness in each day. A good morning message as soon as I wake. A goodnight message before she sleeps. Thousands of messages in between. She means smiles over silly things, laughter from my toes, and the promise of a love I’ve ever known. She means inside jokes, and confessions shared through sacrificed sleep. She means an honesty and trust I’ve never shared with another soul. She means hope for tomorrow, and living hard each moment of today. She means inspiration for goals and dreams, and a honeymoon trip to the Maldives. She means standing at the end the aisle, and watching her walk to me, as we commit to one another in front of a sea of love. She means home, in every sense of the word. She means passion, devotion, and desire. She means friendship in its purest form. She means safety, and contentment. What does she mean to me? She’s everything I’ve always dreamed, and everywhere I need to be. Light in the darkness. Solace from the storm. My favorite female form. She’s my lover, she’s my friend, she’s my partner, she’s the love of my life, and she’s everything to me.
