Regardless of how much you don’t think it will affect you, love is one of those things that can take your breath away when you least expect it.
Yesterday, while watching Lost, I couldn’t help but stare at my fiancee. Instead of paying any attention to the marathon session I’m putting in to catch up with the rest of the world, I was too busy staring at the woman that I’ve vowed to spend the rest of my life with.
It will be four years this year. Four years of some of the most amazing and trying times I’ve had in my entire life. I’m overwhelmed by that fact. When I think about what we’ve been through, I can’t help but feel that this was meant to be. I can’t say one way or another if anything we do is pre-destined but I do know that her and I were meant to be together. Perhaps it was just circumstance or perhaps it was an act of things I can not hope to understand. Either way, we are here, together and happy.
Love is something I will never understand. I don’t think I want to. I just want to feel it.