I lay in bed struggling to keep writing as my boyfriend gently snored next to me. Of course writer’s block had to pop up just a few days before my deadline, right? Isn’t there something you can do to prevent it, kind of like anti-virus programs for your computer?  I’ve always heard to just write what comes to mind and you’ll eventually get past it. No matter what’s on your brain. It could even be something like a whole page filled with nothing but “I have writer’s block” over and over. For me, it’s usually a daydream I once had or a spontaneously recovered memory. Just write it down and let the thought process take over from there, before you know it you have a story being written.  But I couldn’t afford to deal with writer’s block this time. My deadline was in three days and I still had no idea how my heroine would make it out of her predicament this time, my latest novel might just have to end on a cliffhanger. I subtly adjusted my position in the bed and felt warmth as my love snuggled closer. Even in his sleep he was trying to make sure I was safe in his arms. I decided to give writing a rest for the night and get some shut-eye.  I closed my laptop, set it on the nightstand, and cuddled in for a good night’s sleep.

I awoke in the morning to the sound of bacon sizzling on the stove and the sweet smell of pancakes and maple syrup. Quietly, I came downstairs and into the kitchen, walking up to hug him from behind. I buried my face in the back of his 6 foot 4 inch frame (compared to my 5 foot 2 inch one) and inhaled his familiar scent. He kissed me good morning and said breakfast would be ready soon. I sat at the table and gazed lovingly at the man that in the future, I would be able to call my husband. While he finished our weekend brunch I reminisced about when we first met and the many wonderful memories in-between. The day we met was at a mutual friends Halloween party. I came dressed up and covered in fake blood and he wasn’t in any costume. I didn’t know at the time that he actually hated Halloween and probably only came to be polite. Nevertheless, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him. The whole night I would sneak glances at him and watch out of the corner of my eye for his reactions to the jokes and activities throughout the night. He was the reason I slept over her house for the whole weekend, if he hadn’t been there I might not have even stayed the one night. The next day I was ecstatic to lay my head on his lap while we all watched movies and then later elated to lay with him and cuddle rarely thinking of the boyfriend I had at the time that hadn’t been allowed to come to the party-sleepover.  Once I saw him, it was like nothing else and no one else mattered, he captured my heart in the second it took for me to lay my eyes on him. Just might have been one of the best weekends of my life. Fast-forward about two weeks and all that’s on my mind is him asking “will you be my girl?” Of course I said yes, with the biggest smile of my life on my face. The first time he drove me home from school in his truck I was so nervous that I would mess it all up and he would leave, but it went fine and the butterflies in my stomach quadrupled when he kissed me.  The next month we both got each other harry potter themed presents for Christmas and even though I only saw him for ten minutes, it made my whole day. On Valentine’s Day, he gave me everything I never thought I would have; a candle-lit dinner, slow dancing in his bedroom, and chocolate covered strawberries. What more would a girl want on that day?  Every month he made sure I felt special on our anniversaries and never made me doubt for a second that he loves me. On my birthday he went all out and got me flowers, gifts and even put a candle in a cupcake for me (during school!!). We went to prom together and even though I barely danced, I loved watching him on the dance floor having a blast. When we slow danced together it was like nothing else in the world mattered besides him and I. We spent that weekend alone together at the beach and it was wonderful, three days of just us and pure bliss. On his birthday we spent the entire day alone at the park, laying in his pickup truck and I couldn’t have wished for anything else. At his graduation ceremony I couldn’t be more proud seeing him stand there in his cap and gown and worried about him endlessly during the no-phones-all-night-school-sponsored-graduation-party, even going as far as to try to stay up all night just so I would get to say goodnight to him. I failed completely of course. Every day he makes sure that I know he loves me and would do anything to prove how much. He always tells me I’m gorgeous even when I look like a troll and reassures me that I’m not fat as I eat the food he just bought me. When I’m alone all I want to do is be with him, when I’m with him I never want to leave. When he kisses me it’s like nothing else in the world matters except for that moment, his lips on mine, warm and soft. When he holds me in his arms nothing could make me feel more safe. He takes on my fears and calms my worries. He puts up with my family, he says it’s ok even if I stress him out, and he puts up with me. He handles my mood swings, temper-tantrums, and out-of-the-blue attitudes. He accepts me for who I am and encourages me to be myself and follow my dreams. He believes in me when no one else does and brings me down to earth when I fly too close to the sun. He made me feel like I had a happy future when before all I could see was a lonely life by myself. He changed my mind about wanting children because I’d love so badly to have a family with this man. When we’re together, nothing makes me feel more content, more happy. Sure, we’ve had our fights, our ups & downs but, I can’t wait to spend all of forever with him. I love him with all of my heart and that will never change.


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