good things
There is this guy in my English class that I talk to once in a while. He usually mentions his wife when we chat. Every time he says "my wife" I feel all warm and mushy inside. Why? Well because I think I dream of the day when someone will refer to me as his wife. With love in his eyes, and pride in his voice, just as Ben does. I can see how much Ben loves his wife just by what he says. I want someone to feel that way about me. I think Tim does, sometimes.
This weekend we were at a party and some girl asked Tim if he was with anyone here. He said, "Yeah, thats my wife over there." and pointed to me. It sounds musical.
I love it when we are in the car, going for a ride and we aren't really talking, just enjoying the scenery, and he turns to me and says "I love you, baby." Then holds my hand.
Tenderness.
It's hard to believe that after all this time, I still feel like I did when I first met him. Still madly in love, in that new kind of way.
This weekend we were at a party and some girl asked Tim if he was with anyone here. He said, "Yeah, thats my wife over there." and pointed to me. It sounds musical.
I love it when we are in the car, going for a ride and we aren't really talking, just enjoying the scenery, and he turns to me and says "I love you, baby." Then holds my hand.
Tenderness.
It's hard to believe that after all this time, I still feel like I did when I first met him. Still madly in love, in that new kind of way.