A Valentine Special
First of all, I want to welcome my new journal to the family, praying for an amazing new adventure. Secondly, this has absolutely nothing to do with the new movie franchise. Ironically, I haven’t even watched it yet. I plan to eventually. Now back to regular programming.
HIS
I woke up in the middle of the night, blinking my drowsy vision to clarity. Looking beside me, I saw the most beautiful woman to ever walk the earth, my wife. Of course, I had to marry her. Have you seen her? My whole world rested beside me, fast asleep. I took a deep breath, still in awe of her beauty. No matter how many times I’ve looked at her, and I promise those times are far too many. The only thing missing from this moment is those brown bold eyes staring lovingly at me. The control those eyes have on me, I don’t think scientists could explain it.
I love everything about her, but those eyes are my favorite. No matter whatever emotion she’s going through, her eyes shine. They whisper sweet words to me. ‘I’m upset right now, but I still love you’. ‘I’m sad right now, but I still love you’. ‘Hold me’. ‘I need you’. ‘I love you’. ‘I want you so badly’. She is not the most expressive person with her words. Ironic, cause she’s a writer, but she has a hard time expressing emotions audibly.
She has flaws, of course but I wouldn’t change a single thing about her. Her soft delicate brown skin. Her slim thick build with tits that fill my hands and a dangerously soft grabbable ass that I love to bite and spank. I’ve never seen nobody so perfect. She complains about certain things, and I always shut down those negative thoughts. Everything she doesn’t love about herself, I love a little more.
Her body I worship daily. It doesn’t always have to be sexual, even though I do my due diligence in that regard. Just holding her is enough. I know hers and my love languages is physical touch but I think its an obsession at this point. I can’t be in the same space as her without touching her. Holding her hand, placing my hand on her thigh, arm around her shoulder, just any means of holding her. I just can’t help myself. Best part? She loves it. Every time we are out, and I hold her hand or reach for her, she looks at me and smiles. I swear I fall in love with her more whenever she does that.
The day I knew I loved her was the day I made her laugh on one of our couch dates. I had made her laugh several times before but something about this one felt different. She looked extra beautiful that day, I can’t even explain it.There’s just this way her face brightens whenever she sees me. If I died in that very moment, I promise you, I’d die a very happy man.
She’s the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. We’ve had disagreements, arguments, and moments where we questioned everything but never our love for each other. There was a time she was so angry, you could visibly see the rage on her face. We were having a disagreement and almost at the point of yelling at each other. I think she realized that and she stopped talking. At her silence, I stopped talking too. We just stood there looking at each other. Then she took a deep breath with her eyes closed and took two steps back. She looked at me and said, ‘I love you so much, but this conversation isn’t going anywhere and I don’t want to say something I’d regret so, I’m going to take some time to myself’ then left.
I sat in my feelings that day thinking. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone handle a conflict as well as she did. So many more instances she showed me she is the one I want and I didn’t ignore a single one. I married her, and I haven’t regretted that decision for a single second. It’s been years, and I love her more each day.
I want nothing more than to love her and cherish her, no matter the season. To see her face every day, to kiss those soft lips and watch her smile at me. To shower her in all my love… till death comes for me… and even then, I’d wait for her in the afterlife… to spend eternity with her. I need to touch her. She’s way too far from me. So, I pull her to me till she’s basically on top of me. Her head on my chest, arms around me, legs tangled up with mine. Then I hear her sigh in her sleep.
Even in her subconscious she breathes life into me. I fall back asleep holding the woman I love. There’s no place I’d rather be.
HERS
Why do I feel so heavy? I thought as I woke up trying to move, but couldn’t. Opening my eyes and looking down, I realize I have been moved in my sleep. Looking down I saw that the heaviness I felt was his big arm around me. I loved waking up like this. I held him tighter and instantly felt his arm tighten around me. Even subconsciously, he is always aware of me. I know he is asleep. I can feel the gentle slow beat of his heart and his calm breath on my face.
He looks even more delectable when he sleeps. Soft lips, gorgeous face, and long thick lashes that I’m always jealous of. He’s everything I could ever want and more. I wanted someone that was either healed or actively healing, not someone still bleeding. He was actively healing when we met. Going to therapy, eating better, listening more, very active with his physical health. He was putting in the work to be a better person. I admired that zeal.
It showed in the way that he pursued me. It wasn’t loud or overbearing. It was intentional, calm, and purposeful.His word was law. And if he said something, he meant it and it showed. Everything he said, he’d do, he did. If he couldn’t, he’d let me know. Not once did I feel doubt or confusion. Before he said he loved me, I could feel it and see it.
The way that he looked at me. The way his voice softened whenever he spoke to me. The way he never yelled, no matter how upset he was. The way he was always gentle with me. The way he had a special smile just for me. The way he was always staring at me, conscious of me, concerned about me, making sure I was okay.
The day I told him I loved him is one of my most fondest memories. We’d been dating for a while, and we went to an amusement park. We spent time going on rides that didn’t scare me to death and eating different things. We decided to start playing games, and on the first game he won me a giant teddy bear. I still have that teddy bear. Because of the size of the bear, and the fact that we wanted to do more activities, I requested for us to go put the bear in the car.
We were talking, laughing, and holding hands all the way to the car. He put the bear in the car, took my hand back in his, leading us back to the amusement park. I stopped moving and he paused too. He asked if I was okay, and I jumped on him. He immediately caught me as we giggled. Hand on my thighs, holding me securely as my legs wrapped around him. I squeezed him tightly in a hug, pulled back, staring deeply into his eyes. He has such beautiful eyes. ‘I love you’, I said.
His shock was adorable. He blinked several times, probably confused and trying to be sure he heard me correctly. I said it again and kissed him. He gently put me down, held my face and kissed me deeper. ‘I can’t believe you said it first’. His smile was so heartwarming. I was so happy to be the one that said it first. If not for anything but for that smile. That was the first of many I love yous.
I have not stopped loving him ever since. No matter the anger or sadness, I still love him. No matter the season we are in, whether good or bad, I still love him. He has never made me regret deciding to do life with him, and I have made sure to always show him how much I love him.
A love like this is rare and true. To have someone so addicted to you that he can’t stop touching you. To have someone that truly listens, that pays attention and understands you. To have someone that loves you in the way that you need and desire to be loved. To have someone that isn’t scared of loving you. To have someone that isn’t ashamed of you, but loves you loudly and proudly. To have someone who you don’t doubt their feelings for you.
A love like this is rare and true, and I wish it on you.