The Lucky One

Sitting in Cold Stone, looking across the table into the gorgeous blue eyes of the man I love, I suddenly realize: I'm so lucky. I truly have a best friend and lover all rolled into one. A lot of people like to believe they have this, but they don't. It comforts me so much that I don't have to hide anything from him, that he loves me just the way I am. I love that fact the we don't have "awkward silences." We never have to ruin a quiet moment with mindless chatter. It's always amazing to me how one of us can be having the most horrible day but as soon as we realize that the other person is upset it doesn't matter anymore. We concentrate on helping the other person feel better. When he looks me in the eyes I feel like I'm the only woman he sees, like no other girl could hold his attention the way I do. Lord knows the feeling is mutual. No other man draws me in like he does. It doesn't matter if we're bowling or watching a movie on my couch, we're content in each other's company. Is our relationship perfect? Heavens no! But I don't expect it to be. That's the beauty thing about it, there's room to learn, grow and progress. I'm excited to see what comes next.