From my point of view anyway...
As a woman, I have noticed that men don't always do the "little things" that mean so much to us. I like to sit and remember what it was like before I got married when Heath was still trying to win me over. (Not that he doesn't do them now, they were just more often back then). One of the things he did often was just a word.
"Forever."
That's it. Forever. He would take my hands in his and he would look in my eyes and just simply say "Forever." That was enough to melt me like soft butter! He walks beside me with his hand in my back pocket, he plays with my hair while we are watching TV, he kisses my forehead when I'm not paying attention, he will chanse me around the house and tickle me, he will wrestle with me, and he will take a walk with me at 10 o'clock at night just because the kids aren't home and we can.
When we first moved up here, I ran into some friends while I was coming home from taking Heath a pack of cigs at work. They invited me to go to the bar with them that night, and I called Heath to inform him I was going out with some friends. There would be myself, 3 other girls and one of the girls' husband. He immediately got worried.
"Baby, but what if another guy hits on you?! What if someone takes you away from me?"
I comforted him and told him that god himself couldn't take me away from him. Although it did feel good to know that he was jealous, but not too jealous. We ended up going to a local dive, then going to the place where he was working. We each had one drink, then we came home. He got home shortly after I did and he wrapped both his arms around me.
"I'm so glad you're home now, I missed the shit outta you!!! Did anyone hit on you? Flirt with you? Look at you wrong?"
He has a way of looking at me when he is worried, and it makes me want to grab each side of his face and just hug the stuffing out of him. I feel that I need to protect him from the world as I would one of my children. It's that kind of love I feel for him, the kind of love you read about in story books, the kind of love that you dream about as a little girl. When he hurts, I hurt, when he cries, I cry. You know, if he jumps, I jump sorta thing.
That love carried over into the bedroom (or living room, wherever we happen to be at the time) in our relationship. We "make love", we don't "fuck" (well, sometimes we just "fuck", but that's another entry...) anymore. Last night after our walk, we didn't even make it all the way in the front door and he was ripping my clothes off. The way he touches me, kisses me, feels against me, it's beautiful! I finally understand why people say that you "see fireworks" when you have the right guy. Every time is like the 4th of July at my house, and that is one thing that has never changed. The love we feel for each other has always been there. One or the other has fallen out of love with the other one, but it's never been at the same time and we have always fallen right back into it again. It's like meeting someone new every so often. It's like in the movie "Runaway Bride" when at the end, Julia Roberts says to Richard Gere,
"I guarantee that at some point one of us or even both of us are going to want out of this..."
It's like that, but in the end, you never want to wake up without feeling that warmth beside of you, and you never want to know that he's gone. I may get mad at him, and I may yell and scream and threaten to leave, but I really don't think I ever could. I love him too much, and we have both put way too much time and effort into this now to throw it all away because of a speed bump.
Love is a wonderful thing, and I wish that everyone could experience this kind of love at least once in their lives.
"It's better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all..."
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