On loving your man

I look at him sometimes and i love him so. Its so nice to be lying in his arms. Outside the night, outside the bed we are ok. But by night we hold each other tight and have these deep conversations and the way he gently touches my hand in his. Its the things that dreams are made of.

And in some sort of mediocrity maybe we found something spectacular. To have a man that is like him, so generous despite his kinks and also for us to share what we hare with each other. Special has another name.

This isn't mediocre.

This is a wonderful life.