I wrapped my arms around him like I was saving an oak tree.
He didn't take any of my shit. I needed that.
I wanted to know what it felt like to be loved by the man of my dreams.
It was impossible not to fall in love with him.
I needed him like I needed air to breathe.
Every cell in my body was telling me that he was my happily ever after.
I was getting what I had always wanted, him wanting me.
I hope you outlive me so I never have to know what life is like without you.
His fingerprints covered my skin.
We talked about all the decades to come and how they would never be enough.
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.
We made love... and sushi.
I married a man who was as much a part of me as my own soul.
