I wanted to know what it felt like to be loved by the man of my dreams.
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.
I wrapped my arms around him like I was saving an oak tree.
I was getting what I had always wanted, him wanting me.
We talked about all the decades to come and how they would never be enough.
Every cell in my body was telling me that he was my happily ever after.