My Husband

His gaze falls onto mine and immediately gives me a ray of hope. A hope that our lives can be better. Knowing that as long as we have eachother nothing can hurt us. We’re not invincible per se, but we sure as hell aren’t fragile anymore either.

”You mean so much to me,” he says. And all I can do is be in awe. I mean so much to him? He means so much to me. He changed my life.

He took me in when my family turned their backs on me. The family I claim to love. I mean sure we patched things up now but I’ll never forget how they’ve hurt me. How their words pierced my soul like a blade.

He jeopardized his friendship for me. And although his friendship ended, it wasn’t because of me. But just knowing he took me in, he changed his whole life around to fit me in, he means everything to me.

He always seems to float into my world whenever things aren’t turning upside down. Catching endless waves of my life. And yet, the attraction was always there. The love was always there. Even when he was angry at me. He still found it in his heart to forgive me. To talk to me.

I feel so privileged to be loved by a man so kind as him. Although I don’t tell him enough. I’m the lucky one. I’m the appreciative one. He’s one in a million to me.

I love him.