I am trying to be mature and dignified about this.
It is so difficult for me though, when my heart is singing like a teenagers! I am having a hard time keeping my own secret. It is such a delicious secret. I want the whole world to know! I want to shout from the rooftop!
" I love a man! His name is Arthur
...MY Arthur!
And he loves me too!!! "
Even his name is beautiful to me. I catch myself saying it out loud, just to hear it. I speak of him to anybody who will listen, just so I can again hear the word 'Arthur.' I write his name out, because I want to savor the beauty of it in written form.
Mature? Dignified? No. Crazy in love? YES!
Will anyone understand? Maybe not... but this isn't for others to understand. I believe that those who love us will be celebrating with us, and the rest simply don't matter.
What an adventure this is for both of us! I'm having a hard time believing this is real.
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