What My Heart Longed For
Once you were just a feeling, a hope.
That someone out there could love me fully, even after seeing my scars.
You were a past memory, a time in my life that was long since gone.
We revisited the past time and time again, sharing our memories, and then we went our separate ways.
But then you saw me, you truly saw my dark and ugly, but saw strength instead.
And you gently touched a few of the scars that I allowed to be public, and said "allow me".
Allow me see all of your scars, even the most private ones.
Allow me to show you your beauty.
Allow me hold your hand.
Allow me be your strength when you are weak.
Allow me walk beside you.
Allow me laugh with you.
Allow me be your best friend.
Allow me hold you when you cry.
Allow me to keep you secure as you are screaming out in your sleep.
Allow me to scare away all of those nightmares.
Allow me to help you.
Allow me to LOVE you.
Allow me to have the road map to your soul.
Allow me to know your dreams, and help you try to reach them.
Allow me to show you the definition of "husband".
I can give you this, and more.
I have been blessed since the day I said "yes", and allowed you to do all of that and more. In return, you have allowed me so much.
You allowed me to:
Be your one and only.
To hug you any time, anywhere.
Find security beside you.
See all of your scars.
Touch your physical scars, lovingly memorizing their borders.
Gently handle the emotional scars, taking away some of the burden you carry.
Care for you.
Be your strength when you are weak.
Wipe away the rare tear, and kiss your soul.
Hold your hand.
Submit to you.
Be your wife.
Be your dream come true, and every fantasy.
Walk beside you every day.
Find the missing parts of me in you.
You are no longer just a "feeling" or a "hope", or a long-lost dream.
You are real.
You are mine.
I am grateful.
I am blessed.
You are no longer my past, you are my future, my every tomorrow.