Years had passed and times had changed. Things were definitely not the same anymore; I mean how could they be. You know, there’s some thing that happens in life that causes one to realize that that’s exactly where they are supposed to be in that moment, in that time, with that person. That’s where you realize that you are no longer living your life just for yourself – but for some one, some thing, some purpose. Well, I had a moment like that, a moment where I knewI just knew.

I knew I loved her, I mean how couldn’t I. She was my everything. My heart, my soul. She was my past, my present, my future. Anything and everything that had happened in the last 15 years, she was the one constant. My constant. Even before we were together we had 7 great years as best friends. God, could she ever really know how much I cared for her? How much I loved her? I tried my best to show her each and every day of my love for her.

You can always remember everything that happened during your moment of realization, everything, down to the last detailI mean for most it is probably something life changing, life alteringwell at least for me it was..

We’d been together for about 4 years and (yeah, yeah, I know what you’re thinking – that’s not that long, but it is – so much can happened in that amount of time) anyway, she is still my everything. We’d had our shares of ups and downs, but through it all I’d always remained in love with her and I still do.

We’d been living together for about a year and a half at the time and I woke up one morning before she did and found myself staring at her. There was something about her that always made me smile, and that morning was no different. I could be having a horrible day, but one look at her turned my world right side up, everything just felt right again.

I can remember everything about that morning – like I said, that was my day – the day where I felt I could accomplish anything. I had propped myself up on my elbow ever so slowly so that I didn’t wake her and leaned my cheek against the palm of my hand. She was facing me and I just couldn’t help but think of our memories – not my memories, but oursthe things we had shared together, the life we’d made with each other.