But then I learnt, in all those dating years, that there is no such thing as a Perfect Love. How could there be? Everyone's dream of love or interpretation of that dream is different.
In my vast years of experience (!!), I've learnt one, vital thing that stands me, and my hubby, in good stead.
By the time I was 36 and meeting Hubby I was in the right place in my head to fall in love properly. I had parents who'd split up and remarried, I understood that this long term relationship stuff took work. Who knew my head would be so involved in all this love stuff?!!
I loved that he was looking for me (what else would he be doing??!), I also loved that he looked so chilled despite telling me since that he was nervous. My heart fluttered, my cheeks flushed red with all the potential unknown excitement of our possible future and I fell. Hard.
And here we are, five years or so down the line and I still heart flutter, flush and go weak when I look at him sometimes.
|Baby, thanks hey.|
Real is like, so much better.