You know that feeling?
After a few sips of wine…when you start to feel the slight effects of it (in all of its deliciousness!), that light, airy feeling, a sense of euphoria coming on?
To me, that’s what love feels like.
And that feeling – that is exactly what my feelings for M continue to intensify into (if that makes any sense).
When I looked at him across dinner, at a little bistro tucked away in a sleepy town near mine, his eyes shining, his face smiling, I just felt it so completely.
When he acted calm and cool as a cucumber despite taking page after page, while navigating Boston traffic and entertaining his mother and aunt in the backseat (and putting up with my whining about getting lost!), I feel it.
When he smiles and says ‘it will be okay, we are a team, we can get through anything,’ I feel it.
When he appreciates my support in his endeavors and him to mine, I feel it.
When he walks in the door, puts his bag down, his hand on my cheek and kisses me, I feel it.
And even when he *does* put on his annoyed-with-me face for said whining or perfectionism ways when it comes to cleaning, or plans or whatever we may not be seeing eye to eye on, I feel it.
Because it’s real. It’s not perfect, but it’s pretty darn close. We are learning. We are communicating. We are sometimes even arguing through a point. We’re doing it all differently from the past, in the areas we faltered, to make this union a lasting one. For as long as we’re meant to. Hopefully, forever.
I believe you can literally feel a broken heart aching in your chest just as much as you can feel a happy heart beating with joy and love. I’ve now felt both and I think feeling the broken heart of divorce (for me) has made the feeling of love just that much better. In so many ways.
…akin to that feeling, after a few sips of wine…