I hope you outlive me so I never have to know what life is like without you.

He didn't take any of my shit. I needed that.

I married a man who was as much a part of me as my own soul.

Every cell in my body was telling me that he was my happily ever after.

His fingerprints covered my skin.

We made love... and sushi.

I wrapped my arms around him like I was saving an oak tree.

I needed him like I needed air to breathe.

We talked about all the decades to come and how they would never be enough.

I wanted the fairytale.

We made love. Extraordinary love.

He was the one I compared all others to.

It was as if we'd known each other for a thousand years.

I wanted to know what it felt like to be loved by the man of my dreams.

I was getting what I had always wanted, him wanting me.

It was impossible not to fall in love with him.