A Love Story

Maybe it was the midnight rain that came about so suddenly, I don’t know. I suppose you could even blame the lights and the candles and everything that was romantic about that night. Either way, the end result was still the same. I had given him everything, and I was happy about it. I guess from the way he smiled, he was happy about it too.

Tomorrow mornin’ if you wake up
And the sun does not appear
I… I will be here

Morning light streams and I awaken in his arms and they are wonderful arms – big and strong enveloping me, this me that seems so small and so tiny in his arms that he could break me in half if he wanted to. I think of the parallelism of those thoughts and I can’t help but smile. One day, my love. One day the heavens will grant us that gift. I turned and buried my face in his chest. He smells good. I am in love with his scent – it is undoubtedly and impertubably him.

If in the dark we lose sight of love
Hold my hand and have no fear
‘Cause I… I will be here

Sometimes he scares me, because he is from where I gather my strength. I am scared of the magnitutude of the power I have given him over me. I am afraid that I am losing myself in him. The funny thing about it is, I do not mind. Especially, in moments like this when I feel like all of the world has abandoned us. It is his hand that I grab, his body I turn to warmth and it his words that calm and soothe me. I am safe here, here with him.

I will be here
When you feel like bein’ quiet
When you need to speak your mind
I will listen

He was quiet the whole day, and I could tell he needed the time alone. So I fixed him his coffee and left him a note, “I’m here. I’ll always be here.”
A few hours later he called for me and I climbed into his lap and we just sat there only the sound of crickets heard in the night sky. He gripped me tightly, so tight I could feel my breath shorten, then he relaxed and let me go saying, “I know you are.”

And I will be here
When the laughter turns to cryin’
Through the winnin’ and losin’ and tryin’
We’ll be together
‘Cause I will be here

I told him about the news, and I swear his eyes lit up. He picked me up in his arms and twirled me around the room giving out a whoop of joy. Then he kissed me, kissed my cheeks and hugged me. That night, we lay in each other’s arms and his hand was wrapped protectively around my body as he whispered to me, how it was the greatest gift he had ever received in his life and I started to cry. I cried, because I loved him so much and he loved me back.

Tomorrow mornin’ if you wake up
And the future is unclear
I… I’ll be here

The doctor said be careful. Panic raised through my body, but he was calm as we spoke about options. Bed rest, nothing stressful, not much physical activity – keep up with the lightest exercise of short distance walking. I turned to him and he squeezed my hand and he told that it would be alright. He’d protect me – he’d protect us. That night, we lay in each other’s arms and he tightened his arms around me as he whispered that he would let nothing happen to any of us and I kissed him and told him, “I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

Just as sure as seasons are made for change
Our lifetimes are made for years
I… I will be here

It seemed like a lifetime ago, that day at the doctor’s and now instead of one we have three. He’s so good with them and they all look up to him. What’s not to adore? He is everyone’s pillar after all, but I am his. I walk up to him and wrap my arms around him and he turns around and smile at me. They make the noises they usually make and we all laugh. But it is normal – they’ve always seen us this way together in front of them and they’re happy. After all, we are a family.

I will be here
You can cry on my shoulder
When the mirror tells us we’re older
I will hold you

We fight, about her. I keep saying to not be so strict and he keeps saying that I’ve always known how he felt about this. Right now she says she doesn’t understand but she will someday. We’re all just trying to protect her. He tells me, she got it from me this stubborness and refusal to bow down to authority and I laugh and asked him if he’s looked in the mirror lately. He storms out of the room and I follow minutes later, to his den where he sits to stoke the fire and I climb in his lap, as I always do, then he tells me. ” They grow up so fast, that sometimes I forget that they don’t always want to listen to us now.” And I tell him, while kissing his cheeks, that no matter how many years pass, he will always be perfect in my eyes – and theirs.

And I will be here
To watch you grow in beauty
And tell you all the things you are to me
I will be here

Three becomes five now, and the doctor’s voice seem so far away. Now I am faced with another dilemma, I fear that I am no longer beautiful in his eyes – have the years crept up on me now? I tell him this and he laughs at me, before returning his attention to his work. I spend the whole day depressed. Then he walks in the room, unceremoniously drops a photo album in my lap and tells me to look at them. As I do, he points out each and every one retelling the moment those photos were captured, afterwards he carries me off to bed and tells me, “Sometimes, when I’m not paying too close attention and watch you with them from a distance, you look like their sister. I’m the one with the greying hair and not you.”

I will be true
To the promise I have made
To you and to the
One who gave you to me
I… I will be here

We hate these goodbyes. We were never good at letting go, and she – she was always the most protected one. She was the little gem in our life and now it is almost painful to watch that gem walk out of our doors and enter her own. I cried during the service and he squeezed my hand tight. I watch them dance, my rock and our gem and I feel a sense of pride as I’ve never felt before. Then he walked to me and said, “Its been a while since we boogied.” I laugh and I let him whisk me away, my prince and our real happy ending.

And just as sure as seasons are made for change
Our lifetimes are made for years
‘Cause I…
I will be here….
We’ll be together, forever

White dominate our locks now, and little children have children of their own. I wonder where all the years went, and why did they go so fast. He stays in his den, like he always does and I go to him, with the photo album in my hand and I showed them to him one by one, and tell him, “You haven’t changed one iota. You’re still perfect in my eyes.” He laughs and says, I must need thicker glasses then. We kiss and I can still feel the same passion and love I felt that night, so long ago, when I gave him all of me. I was wrong when I said that was the best day of my life, every day after that seemed to be better, Every moment seemed to be streaked with more love. Every day filled with more promises.

‘Cause I will be here
I will be here

Fairytales don’t come true, I know that. But I also know that reality, reality is better than any fantasy story there ever existed. Because in reality, him and I – was an inevetability.

Photo Courtesy of Bird’s Eye View of the World

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