Only words

“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.”

I could have bought her a card, like the step daughter wanted… or candy or flowers.. but I did not… In fact almost all (save one) of the her Valentines gifts she has already seen or received.

…Sounds pretty terrible for our first Valentines together..doesn’t it? Well, let me try mounting my defense and let’s see if it measures up shall we?

I don’t do cards… Standing in front of a rack of cards all written by someone else trying to find the words that living with her every day… doing nothing special… just the minutia of everyday life..and that by itself is the best thing that I could ever wish for… not going to find that in a card, now am I?

Candy… yummy indeed… but how does that express the sweetness of holding her in my arms and knowing that she is mine? That we are so amazing together that others around us comment on how we look at each other, like no one else even exists? Quality Street isn’t going to have that in their tin.

Flowers.. pleasing to the eye.. but they do not even begin to capture the beauty that lights up her whole face when I kiss her, make her laugh, and especially, when I make her cum. She is a such beautiful woman and not a day, or even a minute goes by that I don’t thank any possible deity that may or may not exist for the amazing bit of serendipity that brought her to me.

So my dear readers (few in number though you may be) I will not be doing anything different tomorrow that I don’t do every single other day of my life…

Love her with every fiber of my being and hope against all hope and reason, that it is enough… because it is enough for me

Regards,
Signs

P.S. Yes I bought presents.. this is not some lame attempt to opt out of a greeting card invented holiday that honors a minor pagan deity (I like the dichotomy of the very notion in this uber Christian world we live in) this is meant to let her and everyone else know how truly lucky I feel.

P.P.S. To two other friends who are in similar circumstances to what Molly and I went through to get where we are today.. I leave these words

To found what you have found is exceedingly rare, it should not be lost in the terrible hunger to make it real and permanent, it should also not be lost in a slow and measured pace that ignores the needs of the one that matters for the one who must be left behind. In this, as in much of life, balance is the key. Because in the end that is what love is… the balance that you make between each other… where each gives their all to fit together. So give each other the space to give…. and the room to take