Come September…
Her eyes surrender
Her cry a crying shame
Coming undone
Is she ever gonna
Feel the same
She will run
She’s gonna drink the sun
Shining just for you
Instead of everyone
And so it goes
She’ll stand alone
And try not to remember
Come September
Everything wrong
Gonna be all right
Come September
She’s made her mark
Natalie Imbruglia - Come September
Apt lyrics.
This morning I awoke to the lovely feeling of being snuggled close from behind. Mark’s warm body enveloped me as he whispered in my ear and told me how much he loved me. I rolled over to see him, fresh from the shower, looking gorgeous in his casual Friday attire. I smiled.
I dreamed terrible things last night. Not surprising really. I woke up several times crying, and at one point, I was so horrified by my nightmares that I had to run to the bathroom. I’d nearly wet the bed in fear.
Once Mark had left for work (after prolonging his exit again and again to reaffirm his love for me), I laid in bed just thinking. This is not an easy day, but somehow I feel a little lighter. Love will do that to a girl. I think there truly is a natural healing power in the intimacy I have with Mark. How can I be sad when I see his smiling face and look into his deep soulful eyes and know that he is thinking of nothing but making me happy?
Tonight, he’s decided to take me to dinner, anywhere I want to go. He wants to “open car doors and treat [me] like a princess.” A real and true date night. :) It’s been a while since we’ve had one. It’s not at all his fault, of course. I’m rarely up for going out these days, and I am usually to be found just lazing about on the couch or hiding in my craft room, obsessively playing Farmville!
But tonight, I only want to be with him. I want to remember back to the days we first got together, when seeing each other was a treat. When he’d pick me up in his little Aygo and sweep me off to a nice dinner or bowling or to see a film. When we’d stop at every red light to kiss passionately. When we’d go off somewhere to park just to have an extra few minutes together before he’d have to drop me off again.
Our relationship has evolved so far in such a short time, which in some ways is a shame… But is mostly a beautiful beautiful thing.
Last night, he spoke of making the most of this year’s holiday season. It’ll be our first and our last together as a couple. Next year and every year afterward, we’ll be a trio (at least!). It’s so strange to think how much love there can be between two people… especially when one of them is me! I’ve never been good at giving love freely, and I’m even less able to accept it. But somehow, our lives have come together like two pieces of a puzzle. We’ve interlocked so tightly that I doubt anything could prise us apart.
So this year, despite the date, despite the night terrors, and despite the crippling exhaustion I feel… I am happy. And secure. And completely in love.
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