It felt so nice. It was like a nice hot cup of coffee on a chilly winters day. It warmed my soul in a way that had never been felt before. Others had said it before but none of them have ever made me feel this alive. The feeling of being so comfortable and having him talk to me until I fell asleep. Drifting between the conscious and subconscious, I was in a blissful state of being. His voice was all I heard. The soothing sound of his voice made me drift closer and closer to my subconsciousness and I began to sleep.
I'm typically a woman who is aware of her surroundings when I sleep, so when he began to tell the subconscious side of me that he felt more comfortable telling me things in my sleep, I listened. In those moments, he confessed his love for me in a romantic and passionate whisper. I wish I could say that I woke up and told him I loved him as well but the truth is I was still damaged and couldn't say it. I liked him a whole lot. I was 99.9% close to loving him. So about 2 days later, when we had just confessed some of our most darkest times, I realized that I was never able to tell any other man about those times. I realized that he hadn't just climbed over those walls I put up...but he had the key to the door that locked it...and that's when I knew I loved him.
The moment I spoke the word of my love for him, his heart skipped a beat while mine was racing 100 miles an hour. It was so freeing and so pure, the feeling I got when I told him. It flowed out of my mouth so naturally. I said it again and again and again....and my heart was bursting out of my chest with joy. He had to calm himself and breathe from the overwhelming joy it brought him. This is when we knew we were going to be together for a long long time (or til death do us part).
With love,
'stb'
Mrs. H.
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