There’s a funny thing about love.
It seems I have to remind myself at times that I am not only worthy of my man’s love, but that he does indeed love me. No matter how many wonderful gestures or nice things he says, I still go through the uncertainties. Mostly because I know that there is a possibility he could pack up his bags at any moment and leave. And, it is possible. It is. That’s how life works.
But then there are other moments when I can’t believe how lucky he got to be able to go out with a gal like me. I mean, how amazing am I?! He hit the jackpot. And there is no reason he shouldn’t love this woman.
The best moments are when I’m just there. With him. And there’s a solid certainty in our love for each other. We are indestructible and solid. It could happen anywhere. Sitting in front of the telly at night, out in London amongst friends, or Christmas shopping late night. That’s what I aim to be consistently. There, in love, and content – laughing and unbreakable. I don’t know how else to describe it. It’s just that feeling that we are meant to be.
Because I believe we are.
I aim to always remember the third option and to keep going back to it. And tell my head to shut the f*&% up please. Thank you.
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