I wake and see her everyday. I do not tire of this. As her movements emblazoned themselves in my memories. All that is around me? Unimportant.
I have told my wife so often…I love you. Soon, I love you, becomes commonplace and ill-fitting. What is more fitting? She is my life! For living would hold no charm without her in it.
“One day you will ask me which is more important? My life or yours? I will say mine and you will walk away not knowing that you are my life.”
― Kahlil Gibran