In the name of love

Love can be magical and mysterious. It can be soul-crushing and devastating. It lets us know we are alive. It lets us know what we are capable of with every twist and turn. It is simple and yet oh so complex at the same time. It is immeasurable in my eyes and it takes a leap of faith and time to let it blossom from infatuation to a truly amazing, nurturing relationship. 

With love comes romance - romance to me is so much more than Valentine's Day. It is so much more than a holiday designed specifically for love. It's about the first words spoken between two when you wake. Its making someone a cup of tea or coffee the way they like it. Its the way they hold your hand and touch your face. Its the way they care for you when your sick or how they pick the perfect gift you never saw coming because of a story you may have told them. 

When I met Paul, I knew he was my life partner. He came into my life like a whirlwind - it was love at first sight.  It was well beyond the infatuation. It was unconditional, non-judgmental.  It was the kind of love you knew had roots that were lasting. And today, I am more in awe of our love than I ever knew possible. I am more in love with this man, my best-friend, my confidante, my rock with each moment in life. I watch within my heart as each day becomes months and the months turn into years. My heart is full and complete with him by my side.

For the past few years, as I became more tangled in the web of illness and grief, he has held my hand, wiped my tears, watched me fall and picked me up like no other. He has not run even in the fury of darkness. And although there are times when I question why he has stayed , I do not question how lucky I am, I only bask in the essence of it. 

He is love. My forever love.