“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love
you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not
know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so
intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall
asleep your eyes close.”
-Pablo Neruda
I know for many February 14th
is just another day or they dread it as a holiday built on consumerism. It’s a
hallmark holiday and all that jazz. Yeah, yeah, yeah. But I have a confession
to make: I’m a hopeless romantic and I like
Valentine’s Day. I always have been this way and even through the years when I
seemed to be “pathologically single” a part of me was optimistic that someday I
would meet the One.
I wanted an enduring love. Someone
to hold hands and share laughter and kisses and memories with. Someone who
doesn’t “complete me” but makes life more beautiful. I got all my wishes and
more in one package when Stephen came along.
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. That may be true but deployments still suck. And I’d give anything to have my man back home. To hear his laugh and see his smile. Today isn’t about chocolates, jewelry or any of that stuff for me. It’s about knowing that even though thousands and thousands of miles separate us and it hurts that he isn’t here, I feel pretty blessed to have someone in my life worth missing so much. Someone who can inspire the love that he does.
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I woke up this morning to find these and could barely hold back the tears.
He couldn't be here but he made sure these got to me. Pink roses because
he knows they are my favorite.
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