What can one say about spending fifteen years with the same person,
day in and day out?
Never have I done anything for that amount of time continuously.
I'm a person who lives for change - hair, clothes, wall paint –
it never stays the same.
So how did this one person enter my life and stay in it for so many years?
Matter of trust.
My life in his hands, at the end of the day he's the solid one ready with open arms and kind words.
Voice explosions? Occasionally. Rarely.
He bites his tongue, perhaps.
But in this life it's rare to find anyone who will be there throughout my serial mood changes.
Days filled with laughter.
He's there to wipe away tears, hold my hand, offer the best advice.
The calm to my wild surf.
How often does anyone see that in one lifetime? In the disposable tendency of the current generation, he is an oddity.
The perfect fit for me.
How many can boast that about anything in their lives?
Yet, if I only have one life,
when I leave it I'm assured
that regrets don't exist.
August 12, 2010