Strange

It's strange sometimes,
when you realize how much you love someone.

Each morning you look for their arms around you;
each moment is individually coated with their presense;
each smile is realized with the wish of sharing it with them.

There is the understanding that goes with it too:
the understanding that things will never be perfect,
never satisfactory,
hopefully ok.
It's the simple knowledge that regardless of all the flaws,
all the tedious and difficult moments,
all the normalcy and everyday life,
and all the sadness,
things will be beautiful.
There will be the ideal moments,
big and small,
the simple truth,
and even so much happiness midst the sorrows.
Life with him will be perfect.
And you know it.
Inside.
In the depths of whatever it is hiding within you.
You know you need nothing else,
so long as he stays and loves you.