How We Are Now.

Every morning when I get ready to leave I stop by the bed and look @ the man I love. I can't help but think how lucky I am. I stare down at his sleeping face. He's almost angelic... I lean in close. I can smell that soft manly smell.His breath on my lips as I kiss him. He whispers- I love you or smiles as he drops back off to sleep. I walk out the door feeling loved.
At night when I come home tired and grumpy there he is. Waiting for his hello kiss. (My love) It seems like a dream that we were once so unhappy. I love this man. There are moments when I lay in his arms and would just like to pull him inside of my heart.He is mine.