We made love. Extraordinary love.

I hope you outlive me so I never have to know what life is like without you.

I wanted to know what it felt like to be loved by the man of my dreams.

It was impossible not to fall in love with him.

We made love… and sushi.

Every cell in my body was telling me that he was my happily ever after.

I married a man who was as much a part of me as my own soul.

I needed him like I needed air to breathe.

We talked about all the decades to come and how they would never be enough.

I was getting what I had always wanted, him wanting me.

I wanted the fairytale.

I wrapped my arms around him like I was saving an oak tree.

He didn’t take any of my shit. I needed that.