It’s only right that I blog about the love of my life, after all of these years of blogging about not being able to find the love of my life.

He is everything that I’ve ever wanted in a man. And more. The funny thing is, sometimes I don’t know what to do with that “more” because it’s surreal. I never had someone who treated me like a queen. Many posers have tried, but now I truly know what it’s like. He comforts me. He listens to me. He understands me. He takes care of me when I’m not okay and he embraces me when I am okay. He cooks for me. We nurture each other. We have fun. The simple things: We laugh, we watch movies, we talk shit, we tickle each other. We know how to argue, without fighting. We have healthy debates. We understand each other. He understands me. He knows what I need and he provides it on a daily basis. He adores my daughter. And she adores him. We’ve made plans for our future. We’re building a new life, together. I feel safe. I am secure. He protects me. He protects us. Waking up to his side every morning is the ultimate satisfaction. He belongs inside of me. I’ve never questioned his love nor intentions for me and I believe in him. I know that he will never intentionally hurt me. We appreciate each other. Loving him is not a task. He loves me. With every bit of strength that he has. He shows me that love everyday. And I reciprocate that love, unconditionally.

I can’t wait until he becomes my king. Permanently.