I have said so before and I must say it again: I am infinitely glad to have a husband who thinks that the full power of my emotional intensity is a walk in the park. Furthermore, he doesn’t seem to mind me expressing anything I feel, and if you know me, you know how much I like to give voice to my feelings. I can tell him “I miss you” twenty times a day and he beams happily at me every time. I can say, “I love you sooo much!” three times in an hour and he’ll reciprocate the sentiment with all sincerity. I never have to feel foolish around him, or be afraid that I am imposing on his good humour.
It’s so wonderful to have someone who doesn’t think any less of me when I release this side of me… who knows, even when I’m going full blast with childish, ridiculous, laughable utterances, that this side of me is no more and no less real than the Ann who is measured, responsible, and in charge. Ah for some reason, this week I’m in a very strong ‘missing’ mode… and yes, I miss my husband whom I see every day. That doesn’t mean that I’m not contented though, because I am. I just can’t wait to see him again. :P
There’s someone else I’ve been thinking about more frequently in recent days. I don’t know if you will read this, or realize that I’m talking about you, but I just feel like expressing it.
I don’t feel like I have anything missing in my life now… that’s not why I miss you. But whenever my thoughts wander in your direction, it’s impossible not to. Miss you, that is. I miss your melodious “he-ey!”, your tinkling (but husky) laughter, your greedy nibbling, your sweet singing, and that indignant look on your face when you recount some incident that had raised your heckles.
I miss your restraint, your gentle but brutal honesty, your generous heart, and your uncanny insight. I miss those conversations that make me marvel at how different and incomprehensible you are (to me), but that at the same time make me feel so welcome and accepted. I feel as if… even if you were to forget me (which I know you would not!), even if we were to hardly see each other again for the rest of our lives, I would still feel warm and thankful whenever I think of you.
I hope you find something to be grateful and happy about every day. I hope you will live, if not with passion and conviction, then with peace and contentment. Take care of yourself, ok? :)
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