Before my husband I have never experienced love. It was a foreign and scary concept to me to completely give your heart over to someone and for someone to completely give their own without hesitation. Once the fear began to wear off I allowed myself to be enveloped in it and I began to write about him, about our relationship, and about the tiny heartwarming moments that filled the very beginning of our adventure together. Recently I recalled those writings and I began to miss them, I was thinking about how life has gotten the better of us and that what free time I do have is spent on here and so every Tuesday I am going to reopen a piece of those writings and share them here, with you all, I deem this "Throwback Tuesday."
August 29th, 2010
I am entirely overwhelmed with how much you love me. My heart swells with joy every time I hear those three words roll off of your tongue. Its like those words belong only to us, we know they don't but it feels that way nonetheless. And the joy is only a portion of it. What about the hurt? The ache? The pain? How quickly it can rush over me, and over the simplest things. Things like not being able to hear your voice, or kiss your lips, or be wrapped in your arms. It is a good hurt. It feels good to be so in love that you are so completely vulnerable to any and every kind of pain.