I Love Him

I still remember the first time I met DTTF, though when I think back to the day, I almost feel as if it was in another life.  I met him on May 1^st, 1999, at the grand opening of an occult/new age store that was owned by mutual friends.  Newly wedded to my first husband (it had only been 5 days since we tied the knot), I didn’t notice many other men, however DTTF was definitely worth noticing.  He was tall and slim with gorgeous eyes and a great smile.  His laugh is what really intrigued me because of how real, how genuine the laugh sounded.  He was married at the time as well, and his wife was exotically beautiful with long dark hair and soft eyes.

 

We ran into each other several times over the next two years, and each time there were undeniable sparks.  We were always in relationships when our paths would cross, though the people changed a time or two (both of our marriages ended).  We still held interesting conversations, and I still loved the sound of his laugh.  I enjoyed every moment I was blessed to spend with him, even though it really wasn’t much, especially after his new girlfriend entered the picture.  She always made a valiant effort to keep us from carrying on a conversation for more than two minutes.

 

In May of 2001, I was a co-coordinator of the May Day Festival and was working the registration desk when DTTF walked in.  Even with the sad look on his face, he was still absolutely gorgeous.  I could not resist asking him why he looked so sad.  According to him, the previously mentioned girlfriend had dumped him.  I could feel ashamed for the glimmer of hope I held on to, however I have never felt ashamed of the way I feel for DTTF.  I had been single for a couple of months, and while I was not necessarily looking to date again, I was not opposed to it.

 

We spent the entire weekend talking, and we saw each other every weekend after that until August, when we decided to live together.  After I moved in, we argued and bickered off and on until our first Festival of Souls as a couple in October.  On the way home, we had a really great talk, and suddenly things got better.  We’ve only had two fierce arguments in the past 6 years, though we have had a couple of disagreements.    

 

I love my husband more than I thought was humanly possible, and my love for him still grows.  He is intelligent, witty, caring, and passionate.  He’s grown and changed in the past 6 years, and they’ve been wonderful changes.  DTTF is an absolutely amazing man, and I am often reminded just how lucky I am.  He still surprises me on occasion, even after six and a half years.

 

My most recent surprise came on the 13^th of February.  My husband is not the type to buy flowers because he always associated flowers with apologies.  I had no problem with this because I, too, associated flowers with apologies.  In my past, guys only bought flowers when they were either in the doghouse or afraid they were going to be there soon.  Only recently have I begun to desire flowers, just because flowers make me feel good.

 

On Wednesday, my dear, sweet husband brought me home a dozen of the most beautiful roses I’ve ever seen.  He says it’s the first time he’s ever bought a dozen roses.  As far as I can recall, it’s the first time I’ve actually received a dozen.  These roses are a beautiful bright red, unlike the dark red the other roses were.  I keep sniffing them every time I walk by.  I made sure to tell him that I love the flowers and would not mind if he bought me flowers occasionally, as long as he never buys them in apology. 

 

I am one lucky lady…