Two years and counting

He sat beside me and everyone around us suddenly disappeared. I sat nervously holding onto every bit of the conversation not wanting to miss a thing. As I listened he brushed his hand gently against mine sending a tingle throughout my body. I smiled bashfully my cheeks felt flush.

After dinner we stood to leave, he grabbed my jacket helping me put it on. My heart skipped a beat or two. I smiled gently and looked shyly towards him whispering thanks. He gently glided this hand on the small of back leading me to the door. My heart was pounding. My date was so soft and sincere it had been a long time since I had felt like that. Felt…important.

After two years of dating he still makes my heart skip a beat.

Thanks for loving me the way you do. I love you too.

Happy 2 Years and Happy Valentine’s Day sweetheart.

PS...you never bore me, either.