A few days ago I read something that really bugged me. It said something along these lines: Butterflies happen at the beginning of relationships only. It's what happens when you get excited about the unexpected, the mystery of something new. They go away with familiarity.
Ummm....hi. Whoever said that (and I don't remember WHO or WHERE I read it and it's driving me nuts) you're WRONG. Totally off. And you're making me mad.
Let me just say that Jess still gives me butterflies. Just about every day. I don't know how he does it, but I still get that top-of-the-roller-coaster-stomach-hollowness-amazingness-feeling all the freaking time. And I love it.
It happens when he kisses me...not the "Bye. I love you." kiss as he leaves for work. Or the "Goodnight. Sweet dreams." kiss before bed. It's not even the "I.Want.You.Now." intensely intimate kiss. But the one that says, "I love you. I can't live without you." The one that comes at random.
Side note: All the above kisses are FAB-U-LOUS though. And I love ALL of them.
It happens when he holds my hand.
It happens when he wraps his arm around me and pulls me in tighter. I could stay in his arms forever and I'm convinced that's where I belong.
It happens when he gives me that look. The look that says EVERYTHING without saying ANYTHING at all.
Side note: I hope I NEVER forget this moment. Wedding night. Last dance. So unbelievably happy. Yes, I'm crying. Just in case you were wondering.
I love my best friend/lover. So much.