Different Story, Different Lifetime.

In a different story, our past and our history is just fabric sewn into one another, making something beautiful together for the future. A tie to the past and a bridge to the future. Confident with one another lost in a world people tried to ruin for us.

In a different lifetime, I could tell them I told you so. That I was right about you and us. That all the time I spent emotionally, physically, mentally invested, was worth it. That we made it. Someone I believed in more than myself. Someone I loved more than myself at times.

In a different story, you would have been my plus one and not the empty seat at a wedding.

In a different lifetime, you would have been there for every holiday. The ones they struggled through alone at times because sometimes family is too much.

In a different story, I would have been the one going on your family vacations. Building relationships with your siblings. More than knowing names, I would have known who they were and they would have known me.

In a different lifetime, we wouldn’t have been each other’s best-kept secret.

In a different story, I would have been the one you came home to and not just some call along the way. The kiss when you walk through the door. The one you had dinner with. The one you talked about your day to.

I would have been the moving boxes we stacked. The walls that got repainted. The house we made a home together.

The nights we didn’t sleep lying next to one another. Learning how the right touch can change the way you love.

In a different lifetime, time would have been on our side and not always against us. Because we never could seem to be in the right place at the right time.

In a different story, I would have been the one you thought to buy a ring for and you would have known exactly where to ask me, and that I would have said yes.

In a different lifetime, we would have fussed over vows and you would be anxious, because mine were gonna be better.

In a different story, my dad would have handed me off with confidence knowing very well you would take care of me in every sense of the word, and he wouldn’t be scared to let go.

In a different lifetime, we would have told a room full of people our story and my best friend would stand beside me, laughing that we made it, but saying something like she always knew, because we never gave up on each other.

We never did quit.

In a different story, there would have been Sundays laying in bed and walks to the beach. Slow dances by the fire where we each realize how lucky we are.

In a different lifetime, you would have been the hand that held mine in the hospital. As we created something more beautiful than any words could describe. And we’d argue over names but finally agree, looking down at this person and realizing we made someone who is perfect.

In a different lifetime, I would have been the hand that held yours understanding your silence, not asking for words to comprehend the pain heavy in your heart. I would have been the strong one when you couldn’t be. The one beside you dressed in black. Mourning a loss that hurt me too.

In a different story, we’d sit by a fire worried about the kids. Wondering if we’d make our parents same mistakes. But knowing very well, neither of us would let that happen.

In a different lifetime, we’d find ourselves arguing because no marriage is perfect, but we’d always figure it out. Because we always have. And I know you’d never let me go to bed angry.

In a different lifetime, we would have been that relationship that grew old as our fingers aged holding one another’s hand, being this love story people could believe in. And when people ask how long we’ve loved each other the number 60+ years would give them hope.

In a different story, the words “forever” would have held its weight.

Being that love story, everyone else included me, wanted.

In a different story, we don’t break each other’s hearts or cause pain. We would have just made it.

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She Deserves To Be Loved.

It’s a simple touch under the table just grazing your hand across your leg and keeping it there for a while.

It’s pulling her in closer when you’re sleeping and kissing her forehead.

It’s asking how her day is and listening as she vents not taking it personally at all.

It’s the late night conversations where she tells you things about her past she struggles to get through with a straight face.

It’s having these little moments where you see her at her most vulnerable state and she’s shaking, scared, and you just want to tell her she doesn’t have to be scared with you.

It’s learning her. Learning every curve. Learning about every touch. Learning what she likes and what she doesn’t.

It’s watching her closely out of the corner your eye when she doesn’t realize you’re watching and there’s beauty to her being so natural.

It’s learning every quirk. How she hums when she eats, how she needs to sleep with her socks on and snores quietly. That she bites her lip when she’s thinking deeply and touches her face when she’s saying something that’s difficult, refusing to make eye contact.

It’s taking the time to really get to know her. Really value her. Show her that you care. Because she doesn’t have to say it, but you know she’s scared to let people in. You can see it in her eyes. You can feel it in her touch. You’re close, but she keeps even you at a distance. And you know someone must have hurt her so badly to be this guarded.

It’s taking things slow and following her lead, and you don’t care if you have to wait a while.

It’s committing without even having that conversation because there isn’t anyone you’re more interested in. And even without having that conversation or drawing any sort of lines, you know she’s just as interested in you and only you.

You see it in the way she looks at you. How you can be across the room and she just makes eye contact and smiles like you’re the only one there. How other people can talk to her and maybe even hit on her, but she’s not even interested. Or how she doesn’t even take out her phone around you. How the calls and texts that come in get quickly ignored, she’s showing you, you matter.

And in return, she has your loyalty too. She has your thoughts that wander in a busy day and next thing you know, you’re smiling and you don’t even realize, but she’s the one you’re thinking of.

Without even trying to, she won you over.

It’s the time you stare at wishing it would go faster so you could see her. It’s seeing her and wishing time could freeze. It’s that moment when you know, this little world you created among each other you need to leave for now, but you pull her in close not letting her go asking for five more minutes.

And you think about others and every ending. The word grateful crossed your mind for the first time ever, because it was with every ending, every failed relationship, and every heartbreak you found her.

It’s learning from each other, as much as you learn about each other, waking up every day just wanting to know more.

It’s the look she gives you and you’re both thinking the same thing.

It’s a simple touch as she grabs your pinky and leads the way.

It’s whisper in the darkness and you can’t see her, but you feel everything about her.

It’s not just a relationship, it’s the right one.

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