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13 October 2011 @ 09:16 am
At last...  
Dare I say it?? Or if, by speaking it aloud, will I break the spell and the curse will return in full force times ten? I am in love. 

Not, oh, yeah, we just met, like each other, feel all squishy love.

It's indescribable, because there are no words. "I love you" is so inadequate. He is my best friend......he accepts every part of me, good and bad, and just rolls with the punches. he looks out for me, supports me, encourages me, laughs with me, holds me when I cry, wakes up in a good mood, never gets mad or impatient, loves all my cooking, and makes me feel more complete than I have ever been. 

I never believed in soul mates. Not for me, anyway. And though I do know a few who would swear they had found theirs, too many others are so quick to move on when a spouse dies. Soul mate, to me, means just that-- SOUL mate. There can be only one.

And I have finally, after all these years, found mine. At the age of 42, when I had actually given up. 

Though fear of past experiences hovers around the edges, I can't help but smile. "He puts his arms around me and I'm home."
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