Whoa...you are right as hell

For me (regarding my husband of 23 years) it was much more painful to be without him than anything else that I could imagine. I literally wanted to be with him as much as possible. For years, just seeing his face come through the door made my heart leap. It was that special face, the one in the crowd that you most wanted to see. And to this day, I still enjoy that face coming through the door. No matter what we've gone through, that month, that week, the day before....I still want THAT face to come through the door. It's not as exciting, but it still gives me comfort. I still feel pleasure sharing the same space.

It was effortless. It was easy. It was game-less. It was joyful. I never, once, second guessed it. I never needed to analyze it. I would fiercely defend it to anyone who questioned it.

Are we soul mates? Nah, don't buy that. But for me, it was the the end of the beginning.

Sometimes he really pisses me off....but, he's still THE ONE.