I thought that my heart was empty, that I was devoid of any emotion and feeling for him. I had searched and searched, hoping to find an ember of desire.....and all I found within myself was cold darkness.
But as I watch him sleeping, I feel that fire ignite and begin to warm me again. He looks so innocent laying there, like he never said a mean word or had a nasty thought in his entire life. His lips slightly parted, his breath buzzing away at the back of his throat...I wonder where he is right now and what he's doing in his dreams. I wonder if I'm there too....
How can I NOT love him? How can I not forgive him for the things he's said and done? We all make mistakes, we all say things that we don't mean, we all lash out when we're hurt or frustrated or tired. I do it all the time....so why do I hold him to a higher standard than I hold myself to? Instead of focusing on all the wrongs we've inflicted upon each other, we should be focusing on all the rights. We should be able to let the days transgressions slip from our shoulders as we kiss each other goodnight, and we should fall asleep with our slates wiped clean.
How can I NOT love this man? As hard as I try, even when I'm hurt by him and angry with him, I simply cannot imagine my life without him in it. Every dream I have, every goal I set for myself involves him in some way. I can't envision a time when I'm NOT his wife, when we're not together. A life apart is unimaginable, even when we're hurling harsh words at each other and beating each other with percieved wrongs.
As much as we try to convince ourselves that we've grown apart in many ways over the years, we've actually grown together in more ways. Yes, there are differences, but that's not a bad thing because we don't compete constantly. I leave some things to him; he leaves some things to me. He's taught me some about his world, and I have taught him some of mine. Our common goals are the same, our visions of life after the military are the same. We both want the same things for ourselves, for our family. We're more alike than we are different, if that makes sense.
How can I NOT love this man?
I can't not love him. It's impossible.
(ALWAYS)