My Love Story

I fell in love a little over a year ago.  It took me completely by surprise, as these things do. My favorite thing about her is her freckles.  They’re strewn across her face in no particular pattern.  They remind me of the night sky in reverse.

She is smart, smarter than she lets on.  Others may see it in a sly smile or a knowing look.

She has flaws. Oh yes, she has flaws.  But for me, the good outweighs the bad by a mile.

She is kind.  She gives of herself in ways people never see.  And she is okay with that.

Her form is divinely feminine.  An exact replica of a goddess figurine or a Renaissance painting.  Soft and comforting.

She sees right into your soul in a way that sometimes baffles me.  At the same time, it’s completely normal for her.

She has scars.  Oh yes, she has scars.  Striped across her thighs, mostly.  Some covered by purple stars.  Not to cover a non-existent shame, but to take ownership of them in a beautiful way.

She experiences everything like a child these days, full of joy and innocent excitement like never before.

She loves the way animals and children are drawn so easily to her.  I think it says a lot about the parts of her character that adults are blind to.

Since falling in love, her very essence seems to be lit up inside of her.  Projecting from her eyes and her smile and her laughter.  It’s astounding to watch.

She has a purple star tattoo on her wedding finger to pledge her vows.  We come first, always.  Even if another ring is eventually put on that finger by someone else, the tattoo will stay.  This love will never die.

She is free.

And she is me.