Things about my husband
He speaks in a way that only the closest of his family and friends can understand. speaking in choppy fragments, never quite putting together a full sentence. he is my Javier Bardem.
He works away from home, so when he gets to crawl in bed late at night, he smells of work, oil, explosives, and man. He smells of irresistible sexiness. It’s smell that can’t be washed away, the smell is engrained into his pores. It’s the smell of man.
He can be gone for weeks, yet my body never forgets the feel of his fingertips.
He knows that when I lose myself and feel so far gone that I do not even know who I am, that he can’t fix me, but he can lead me back to ME so that I may find myself again.
He knows that all the paper in the floor board of my car are trash, but lets me figure out when it time to throw them away…..even if it takes six months, because “I may need that!”
He lets me cry, but never to the point of where I feel sorry for myself. He keeps me strong and never lets me feel weak.
He makes sure that no matter how mad at him I am that I know He thinks I am the most glorious, wonderful, and Luscious woman that his eyes have ever come across. He thinks I am sexy, even when I am mad. even when my madness is pointed at him.
Even in my maddest moment he makes me laugh.
He makes sure that I know that I am the only woman that his heart has ever loved. and he has made sure that my heart could never love another.