Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Missed
Today is the first day I have see my husband for more than a few minutes in a week. I missed everything about him. I missed the sarcastic, yet somehow endearing way he talks. When he cracks a joke at the most inappropriate time. I missed the way he smells of whatever materials he was using at work that day. Not simply 'Ron smells like sheet rock today', but throughout the day his scent, his delicious scent, binds with that of his work. He comes home changed, but still the same. Most substantially, I missed the way he looks at me. My entire life, nobody has looked at me the way he does. Almost like he is looking through me. In most cases I can suppress my emotions, put on a happy face, but not for him. If something is wrong, he knows. Sometimes I don't even know there is something wrong until he tells me. Just by looking at my face. Incredible.
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Whew, the feeling comes through very powerfully and directly here; you really have written the best valentine card in the world.
ReplyDeleteI still don't know, though, whether this is a journal entry and it's not just fussy english teacher stuff to want to know. If it is a journal entry, it's an unusual one, and 'unusual' is a high compliment from me.
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