today i came home from work completely exhausted. my love is feeling sick lately, and it's bringing me down because i can't be there to take care of her. exhausted from work, i thought taking a bath would be the cure. as i laid in the bathtub listening to our favorite songs, so many memories came back to warm my heart. she is always on my mind, but i'm completely okay with that.
As i laid there, i just thought of these.
The first conversation.
The first meal.
The first time car ride.
The first attempt at understanding your beauty.
The first valentines.
The first time I ran my fingers across your skin.
The first date.
The first time I knew I wanted to love you.
The first time we went longboarding.
The first time we through frisbee.
The first swim.
The first time we went kayaking.
The first time it stormed and you needed me.
The first time you thought there would be a tornado.
The first time we played soccer together.
The first time I cooked for you.
Definitely, the first time you cooked for me.
The first concert we shared.
The first walk down Peachtree.
The first time I realized I could never understand your beauty.
The first time you called me masey.
The first popsicle we had together.
The first goodbye for summer.
The first time our lips locked.
The first time I told you I loved you.
The first time you told me you loved me.
The first time we danced.
The first sunset, soaked in sunlight.
The first fight.
The first time I realized that you were the only woman in the world that I would ever want to take through the journey of marriage. The one woman in the world that takes my burdens away, and judges me for my heart. The one woman who knows me like no one else. The one woman I can share anything with, and be completely honest about anything. The one woman who's face is abundantly doused in beauty. The one woman who took my heart, and proudly made it her own. This is love, and every other word that could possibly cover the feeling.