s.h.m.i.l.y.

Every day I love him more and every day I realise just how much he loves me.

Its amazing really. Almost overwhelming. I suppose this is why it comes to me in bits and pieces, so that it does not knock me out with its sheer force. Our times together are filled with little awakenings, aha moments that scream ( or whisper) 'see how much I love you'.

I realise that the only limit to the amount of love I receive is my perception and I love how being with him makes me look at things in a different way, shift and change my perception so that I can let more love in.

I love how it is all so perfect, how he is an answer to questions that I had never thought to ask. Before I ask, I find that they were already answered. He seems to morph in my perception to fit my ever changing images of self. It is as if at some point we ceased to be separate indivduals and have fused into one unit, the actions of one arm complementing those of the other. And yet rather than losing myself in us, I am finding myself. Never before have I ever held such a perfect image of who I am. Never before have I felt myself to be totally free... to be me.