This photo makes me happy. It speaks volumes and I can see the truth in it. There are no pretend smiles or forced emotion. I see real love looking back at me. Not the fluffy, “new car smell” kind that we all experience in the beginning. Not the fake kind that only shows its face for someone’s camera or in front of people that you think needs to see it. Not the “sort of” kind that keeps you there because it seems like the right thing to do.
It’s the kind that is there even when the door is shut and it’s just us. It’s the kind that’s there when we’re in bed, both on our iPad’s, half listening to the TV in the background. It’s the kind that’s there, even when we don’t always see eye to eye. Even when he upsets me so much I feel like I’m going to explode or hurts my feelings so much that I want to just crumble. (see post from July 7th.) Even when he gets annoyed or frustrated with me. It’s there even though there are many things that we handle differently. It’s the kind of love that says “hey! We have been through some serious shit and I still want to be with you.”
It’s the kind that can still make you weak in the knees when he looks at you a certain way and make you feel like home when you’re snuggled in his nook. The core of who we are is shown in this photo. Wrapped up in our love, pure passion for each other. That’s what it all comes down to and that’s what we will always come back to. My heart has never felt as full as it does with him and I see that in this photo, clear as day.
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