You were the one nice thing in my story.
The day we met, somehow I knew.
The day we kissed, I loved you.
I told it all to you
My whole story with all the nuance even the sad but all the true.
And let you take or leave me.
You took me you told me.
I took you.
Our love started so high above any other couple I ever even heard about.
(neither of our parents together)
No couples really remaining...
But we kept going.
And we kept it up.
One nice thing about you?
That part is easy.
But when things are easy
they get taken for granted.
And sometimes ...you take me for granted.
I can't remember the last time I wrote you a love poem.
Couples often blame each other for the lives they lead. I see that in the other's pitfalls.
I blame you though because it IS you!
You are my partner, my spouse, my wife, my life
You hold the keys to my happiness in a way I never would have foreseen or forgiven
when I gave you me
when I took you.
And more importantly,
you hold the keys to the happiness of my happiness.
We built this life from fun and love and laughter into kids having fun, being loved, and laughing.
But they're not laughing at you or me.
It's we.
Who knew all that would pour into everything to be?
It's us that surround them with all we got every day.
All day.
All day.
Not five days a week or the weekend.
And I blame you because this is not a nice part of this story.
People don't actually take each other. They circle each other. They trap each other!
There is doubt. There is insecurity. There is vulnerability. There is pain.
And we've learned some traps! Our floor is lava. The eggshells are everywhere!
We kept this up.
This dance. This undulation. This ...
...and then you say...
one.
nice.
thing.
And I feel the heat of your hand on the small of my back
And all I can feel again is love.