For those that don't know our history, my husband and I met when I was a senior in high school (I was 17) and he was a sophomore in college (he was 19). I was working at Rib Crib, and made a best friend, Jamie. At the time we met, Jeremy's brother was living next door to Jamie. Jamie and I spent a lot of time together, so it was inevitable that Jeremy and I would meet. He came over one night to play pool at Jamie's, and I was thoroughly annoyed with him. I couldn't stand him! He couldn't leave fast enough. As time went on, however, he grew on me. We spent a lot of time together since we were both friends with Jamie. It wasn't long before I grew to like him as more than a friend - but I knew he wasn't looking for a relationship. So, we stayed friends.
I dated a few other guys, and he dated a couple of other girls over the course of the next couple of years. We lost touch a couple of times, but somehow always managed to find each other again. Jeremy was there when I went through a couple of bad relationships, and he saw the struggles I was going through in depth. He was going through struggles of his own - with school. He took a couple of years off to work while he got his priorities straight.
After a particularly bad relationship and break up, Jeremy and I got in contact again. He helped me through a very rough patch with that break up, and that was the first time I really saw how much I cared about him. We spent almost every night together, and most of our days (when I wasn't in class and he wasn't working).
It wasn't long before we were in that limbo of being more than friends, but not considering ourselves in a relationship yet. We talked a lot about our feelings for each other, so there was no doubt in my mind when I brought a bunch of clothes, shoes, and toiletries and took over a closet and the bathroom in his house without asking his permission (he still gives me a hard time about that, but I know he wouldn't have it any other way).
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Sometimes it hits me just how lucky I am to have found my soulmate. Most people go through their whole life and never experience the strength of love we share. I can honestly say he is my best friend, and I often feel like 24 hours a day of being together isn't enough. A lot of people think it's because our relationship is still relatively new, but most don't realize it's the love we feel for each other. We have known each other almost 7 years, in ways other than just being together. And we have been through a lot of trials throughout our relationship - both individually, and as a couple.
Little things make my heart swell with love for my husband, and they are almost always random. Here are some of my favorites that ALWAYS make me feel that way:
- When our wedding song comes on the radio, or I get the urge to pull it up and listen to it on YouTube.
- Getting a whiff of amazing smelling cologne. It doesn't have to be his, which is my favorite. Any great smelling cologne makes me think of how it would smell if he wore it.
- Seeing an older couple walking down the street and holding hands.
- Reading a book where the main characters describe their love and how deep it runs.
- Seeing an old picture of us.
- Cuddling on the couch in our PJs.
- The way he laughs at a stupid joke I tell, or dance like a fool, or do something incredibly embarrassing.
I could probably name hundreds of other things that make my heart swell with love, but I don't want to bog you down with too much mushy-gushy-ness.
So for all of you who are waiting for that fairy-tale love, know it's out there. It isn't as glamorous as in the movies and books, with expensive gifts and no fights and 24/7 passion, but the feeling is the same. Pure, unconditional love and adoration.
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