A Romantic

I am a hopeless hopeless romantic. I don't remember ever not being. At age 12, on our trips up north, I would look out the window and dream of my one and only true love. I imagined that he was thinking of me somewhere too..knowing someday we'd be together. I would look at flowers and think of falling in love. Birds. Rainbows. Rain. Thunder. I would imagine I was the little mermaid, and Cinderella, and Stephanie from Grease 2. (and Watts from Some Kind of Wonderful, and Diane Court from Say Anything..my favorite movies when I was in H.S.)

I listened to music nonstop from middle school on... Somehow creating a space of connectedness. Mostly really loud, while writing in my journal, and reading magazines and books. Music is a powerful force for me.

I've always wanted to be in love. It was the main thing in life. It was what sustained me and what brought me to life..just the thought..that oneday I'd find him. And I did. He's more than I dreamed of. I'm still in love. I still hold the feeling of being in love closest to my heart. It reigns there and is what makes me thrive. It is my state of being in love that drives me in my passion for life. Thank you, my dear, for being the dream that came true. I'm more in love today than yesterday and the day before, and the month before, and when I first fell. Thank you thank you
thank you. You are my reason.
Love,
Wife