I once knew a man. Well, of course everyone knows people, look at the person next to you, I bet you they know someone, maybe even several someones. But this man was different, he was special. There was something in the way he smiled at me, the way the corners of his eyes creased when he did that smile. His laughter was infectious, his aftershave was intoxicating. The way his arms held me, just right was perfect. He wasn’t perfect though, he had his flaws, just like I do, just like you do, just like the person who delivers your mail does. But the special thing about this man was, he was mine. He would always be mine, and nothing was ever going to change that.

I once knew a man, he made me happy, and everything suddenly seemed right with the world and everyone in it. For the first time in what seemed like forever, I felt happy and loved. Arguments would happen, but then there would be the make up period, all angry tears and kisses. But those times would pass and we’d still have each other.

I married this man.