“Do you know what I want for Christmas?”
“So that I can pin it on your hair so I get to kiss you anytime, anywhere I want to.”
He laughed. “You’re an idiot.”
“And you love an idiot,” I giggled.
He laughed harder. “I can’t help it.”
“Why are you so perfect?” I traced a finger along his cheek, his jaw, his lips… and kissed his nose. I loved him so much that I wanted to cry because he was so perfect; not the kind of flawless-perfect, but because we were just so compatible with each other that I almost believed that God had specially created him for me, because he ticked every point on my dream-guy-list. He had made me a better person; a far, far better person than I used to be.
“Babe, I’m not perfect. I’m actually far from perfect—it’s just that you’ve chosen to ignore my imperfections.”
I giggled again because he, despite being a nerd, had always had a way with words. That, or I was just being helplessly in love. I gazed into his eyes, as he stared into mine and smiled genuinely. I saw the love, and I recognized his soul, just the way he did mine. He was the reason I made peace with my past, cherished the present, and looked forward to the future. He was the home I longed to return to whenever I was away. He was the one I would want to share my happiness and insecurities with. He was the first smile I wanted to see every first thing in the morning and his eyes were the last thing I wanted to look into before I went to sleep every night for the rest of my life.
We could just stare into each other’s eyes for minutes or even hours, saying nothing and just looking at each other quietly. Perhaps because—I didn’t really know—perhaps because words weren’t enough to describe what we felt for each other, that even a single word would ruin the intimacy that our souls shared when they spoke to each other in silence. Or maybe—maybe because what we felt for each other was just so simple that we didn’t need any word to define it, because when we looked into each other’s eyes, our souls recognized each other and any word would be meaningless because what we had was just so real.
He was the man that I loved so dearly, and I was the woman that he loved, forever and always. I loved him and he loved me, and we didn’t need words to embrace it.
So when we cuddled in our old sofa on a cold, rainy night—which we both loved so much—snuggling under a warm blanket and enjoying the sound of the raindrops hitting the roof, we both didn’t have to say anything but to understand each other in silence.
And he was the reason I didn’t update this blog for quite a long time, because I was so good at writing heart-breaking, sad love stories but when I was with him, I knew nothing but happiness.