To love a person is to learn the song that is in their heart, and to sing it to them when they have forgotten.
- Anonymous
Sometimes when the Big Guy looks at me, or brushes my hair aside and puts his hand on the back of my neck, or when he touches his lips to any part of my hand, or when he laughs ... I feel like he is singing my song to me and I wonder how I got so lucky to be reminded everyday of the haphazard, silly, perfection that is us.
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that is so sweet and i know exactly what you mean.
It is sweet indeed, and I do hope you feel the same way in 30 years. Btw, why do you call him Big Guy?
I hope so too! Haha, it started in a very random way. We send our laundry out to this tiny laundromat right next door to us (we live in Manhattan there are no laundry machines in our building). One day I went there to pick up a bag of our clothes and the woman at the store who knows us but does not know our names and said "No laundry, Big Guy pick it up already!" We thought it was so funny and cute, then it just kind of stuck. Which is fine by me, cause I have always thought of him as my big strong man ... which is amusing because I am super tall and pretty strong myself :)
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