So my soul mate. My love. My best friend. Will see me. I mean really see me. To be seen and known and honest. I think I'm ready. I hope I'm ready. I am ready.
I'm not the easiest person to get along with, however, it is what it is.
I'm looking for my equal, my delicious, a connection.
It's that simple and I'm sure I'll find them soon.
What I imagine first is how he will smell. I imagine the crisp clean shirt, the Tide smell of him, his arms wrapping around me. His eyes looking into mine and he is honest and hopeful about the future. Our future.
He loves our daughter, he calls her that, our daughter. I love his kid(s), too. as if they were my own. Our family is mismatch, hodgepodge but we are family and we love each other.
He tells me that we can grow old together. He says, "no, let me get that for you," and "I got your breakfast, how about some coffee?" He's okay with quiet. He's okay with serious, or deep or philosophical.
He plans dates. not just dinner and a movie dates. He plans weekends and Sunday drives to some place Huell Howser has been, because he knows I like Huell Howser. He gets along with my friends. I love how open minded he is.
My hands feel small in his and when we love, we are trying to get inside each other, so our souls kiss.
He takes pictures with me and remembers my birthday. He wants to make memories. With me.
He wants to have a life with me. He wants to walk the rest of this journey. With me.