incompletia

the answers are endearing.

so wonderful to always come home to a smile. an embrace. i leave unwillingly, but never doubting, knowing when i return, he'll be waiting patiently.

he's my answer. for so many reasons.

he pets me to sleep. smiles at me as soon as we open our eyes in the morning(we never get up on the wrong side of the bed...perhaps it's because one side is against the wall...perhaps it's because life is good). the "i love you's" are never stale, trite, or hackneyed. every syllable is eternally fresh.

he brings me stratch-off tickets when he stops at the gas-station, which i think is so adorable...because i am such a cloud-chaser to hope to win big every time. but he roots for me all the same, with each quarter stratch.

i don't worry that he'll up and leave without reason. i know when he says he wants to take care of me, he truly means it. and that's the main answer i've been looking for.

there are so many more, but my fingers have yet to build that caliber of endurance.

if karma is real, i've been such a good girl