I woke up with your arms around me, on top of me. You were facing down while I was facing sideward up. The sun had entered the room probably an hour earlier and the coolness of the night hasn’t left yet. I moved my gaze back at your face. Your closed eyes and the slow rise and fall of your back as you breathed gave me peace; like nothing in the world was wrong, nothing in the world could ever be. I breathed; feeling overjoyed at the thought of breathing the same air you did. I gently touched the back of your neck and felt the warmth. I slowly moved my hand up to touch your hair. And as I ran my fingers through your hair, I was brought back to the first time I saw you walking towards me. I never knew I’d have you forever.
Looking back at that day now, I realize that it was one of those turning points I’ve been hearing about as an adolescent. The moment you asked for a hug was the exact moment I wish I was married to you. Not because you were dashing in your Captain America shirt, not because you gave me the warmest hug I’ve ever received. No, it wasn’t because you were more than I hoped for, nor was it because I knew then that you loved me, too. It was entirely because you pulled that single heartstring which has been sleeping my whole life, and I knew right there and then that you were the only person who could have pulled it. No one ever found it, no one coming will ever find it—there was only you. It was destiny. With one pull, you have managed to completely change my life, forever changed. I no longer am waiting for anything. It was like rain finally pouring down after a long dry spell, like snow finally falling on a white Christmas morning, and like a spring flower blooming among the melting ice after a cruel winter. You completed whatever it was that was lacking. And I’ll be forever grateful.
I stared at the ring you placed on my finger yesterday, and I smiled. Your eyes slowly opened. You smiled, too.
“Good morning.” It almost came out of my mouth as a whisper.
“Good morning,” you replied back.