Just want to know what you thnk
I'm listening to Van Morrison, "Tupelo Honey", and reading some of the stuff on the site. My wife's been gone for a week now, visiting family. I've been working, that's what I do. Not much for vacation, I tend to get antsy if I'm not working. Every time she leaves it hurts more when she goes. We've been married now for almost seven years, known each other for almost 9. For those of you in love, or have been, I have a few questions, so please bear me out if you will.
1. Do you still look at her/him in a sort of dumbstruck awe?
2. Do you still daydream about her/him?
3. Do you do cheesy things like write music, songs, poetry for her/him?
4. Do you kiss her/him good morning?
5. Do you kiss her/him as soon as you get home from work?
6. Do you still surprise her/him with gifts or flowers?
7. Do you ever picture your life without them?
8. Do you believe in love at first sight?
9. Do you still prefer her/his company?
10. Do you miss her/him like the dickens while she/he is gone?
11. Do you do stupid polls like this while listening to Van Morrison?
I didn't date before I met my wife. I didn't pay much attention to women at all growing up. Granted, I had some crushes as a child, but that was about it. I dreamed of this girl since I could remember dreaming and she was the only one I ever paid any attention for. I knew at a very early age who I was looking for but I never knew her name. I knew how tall she would be, what colour her hair would be, her complexion, the colour of her eyes. I came close a couple times but not close enough. One of the last times I dreamt of her I met her under a tree in a park I had never been in, in a town I had only been in for a couple months. She was sitting with her back against a tree. A few months later, I looked for that park and found it. I also found the tree. She, of course, wasn't there. It would be almost five years before I found her, nowhere near a tree. But I knew what she looked like.
I'm a born romantic, I guess. I like the romantic movies, the romantic comedies, the happily ever after movies. I don't consider myself to be soft, I'm a damn man. I'm occassionally crude, I'm just a guy. I vehemently dislike most people, I'm extremely antisocial. I do everything myself. I very easily could have been a confirmed bachelor. I cook, clean, sew, fix damn near anything, I can do just about anything. I love my wife, though, I gotta tell ya. It used to be me against the world. Now there's two of us. That's nice. We've got each other's back now. Twice as strong as we used to be. And she believes in me. Can't beat that for any money. So is love overrated?