That Is When I Knew ( A Valentine’s Day Post )

 

Memories are often like vague puffs of smoke obscured by the winds of time. Yet, I remember the moment that I knew that I had found the woman that I wished to share the rest of my life. I remember it with a clarity of vision that in almost twelve years has never wavered.

It was a warm spring night. The moonlight shone through the window giving everything the feel of a black and white picture. I lay in bed gazing upon the sleeping form of my lover. Her back was to me and I traced the outline of her body gently with my hand. When my hand reached the exact spot where the waist meets the hip, an almost electric shock coursed through my senses. I realised that this was where I always wished to be.

Almost twelve years have come and gone and one thing has never changed. Every night lying in bed with my wife, my hand finds it’s home nestled in that delightful curve where her waist meets her hip. The electric shock has become a warm glow letting me know that I have found that place where I still long to be.