I am always aware of my love for Simon. I am conscious of it with every breath and heartbeat. But there are also times when I feel a sudden body rush of love that wells up somewhere inside and explodes through every pore – so strong that it feels like my body can’t contain it. I can’t say what brings on this overwhelming sensation that is part joy, part exhilaration and wholly adoration. It’s never anything big – no grand gestures on his part are necessary. It’s usually the smallest thing: a look, a smile, a tender touch.
This morning, I experienced this glorious feeling at least twice, and when it came, I felt like the luckiest woman on earth. In fact, I suspect that if I took a global survey or conducted a scientific poll, I would discover that I’m right: I am indeed the most fortunate woman on the planet.
I told Simon this, because I realized that it was true: I have never been loved before. I have been the subject of need, want, lust, control – a mix of many different emotions, but never pure, selfless, undemanding and committed love. I love loving Simon – and I adore, appreciate and celebrate having this amazing man love me as he does.
It is surely the greatest gift I have ever received, and I will never take it for granted.
Last night, our intention was to get to sleep early, but being the twits that we are, we started giggling: I think it had something to do with straws stuck in mouthwash bottles, or possibly platypus bags hanging from the ceiling (it’s a long story). Needless to say, plans of a long night’s sleep didn’t quite materialize.