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Dec 21, 2004 19:36

"Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love 'never' fails 1 Cor. 13:4-8 ( Read more... )

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lady_bug69 December 22 2004, 04:34:12 UTC
I'm one of those old married people that has completely unromantic things to say about love. When I was young I experienced the deeply passionate, loosing myself kind of love all the time. It never left me feeling complete. I hear so often people yearning for this romaticized ideal of love, where you years and ache every moment of the day for another person, and it just sounds so unrealistic.

When I got together with Sasha it wasn't like a firebolt. It was more like this deep down knowledge that we could make this could work. It sounds so uninspired, but our love is like those coals at the bottom of the fire that never seem to cool. My love for my husband burrows deeper into my soul every year.

He's more than my best friend. He's my soul mate. If he died, I would be lost. Not because things are fiery between us or because I couldn't ever find someone else, but because he is a part of me. It'd be like my mom or my sister dying. He's my family. In my heart I take his existance in my life for granted in the same way I take my mother or sisters love for granted.

I always want to tell people, find your best friend and marry them. Find someone you are really copatable with and that you can see spending each day with. Sasha and I miss each other when we are away at work. We are so happy to tell each other about our days. We love sleeping in late and just being next to each other in bed. It's the simple things that makes our love so wonderful.

Oh, and he's nice to me. He loves me back. He puts up with all of my bad habits and is grateful that I still love him. Maybe I'm just lucky. It seems so simple the things that makes our marraige work and that makes our love so complete.

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