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I believe in fairy tales
I beg to differ. I was seventeen, hurt from bad relationships, and not really looking for love. Then I saw his enchanting blue eyes, his dimpled smile, the way he looked inside of me while we talked; in an instant he knew everything about me, and still stayed to learn more. I didn't touch my spaghetti, afraid I would look unladylike slurping a noodle; terrified of getting sauce on my nose. He hugged me as we parted for the night. I remember the electricity that ran through his arms into me. It courses through my veins even now. The date ended, our relationship began. A 22 year old computer programmer -- he was so mature, yet so adventurous and easy-going. We could talk about anything and everything, and we did ... hungry for every detail about each other. He taught me to love computers. I taught him to pretend to enjoy watching "Days Of Our Lives". He played the guitar, and we'd sit in his room singing Pink Floyd songs together. Even though I knew my voice sounded like sand paper, he said he loved to hear me sing. We spent our time apart thinking up new surprises for each other. He would call me from work in the middle of the day, just to say "I love you". Six months passed, and with that time came an unquenchable desire to be together, and a love we knew was uncommon. He proposed in December '96 on Mount Lemon -- and with a smile that lit up that mountain, and my voice nearly failing me in ecstatic surprise, I must have accepted, because of the way he kissed me. Six more months flew by. So many, many, many things happened, but what I remember most is standing in that bridal shop gazing at my reflection; a goddess for a moment in flowing white and silk, with the sudden realization that I was wearing this dress for a reason. I was getting married. Oh my God. And then I was walking, well, actually, floating, down the aisle, promising to love him forever. It was the wedding of my dreams, appropriately, with the man of my dreams. A honeymoon in Hawaii followed, watching sunsets light up the night sky, walking hand in hand, barefoot in the warm sand. We introduced ourselves to strangers just so we could say "This is my wife", or "This is my husband". I love the sound of that. "My husband." How could life get any better than this? And yet, it has. Next month we will celebrate our two year wedding anniversary. Every night he kisses my belly and talks softly to the baby that's growing there. He reads her Dr. Seuss and "Winnie the Pooh". He dreams of holding her hand. I dream of seeing his face the first time they put her in his arms. Sometimes I have these moments of clarity, where I realize just how perfectly my life is unfolding before me. It hits me and my heart aches because of the intensity of the love I have for Matt. I want to run, screaming down the streets: "I LOVE HIM!" so that the whole world will know. In those moments of overflowing emotion I pick up the phone and call him at work, just to say "I love you", for really, all my emotion, all my feelings, all my thoughts are summed up in four words that I love to say more than anything else in the world, and they never get tiresome even though I must say them a thousand times a day: I love you, Matt.
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