Love

I watched the movie The Notebook a couple of days ago, and, although the acting wasn't the greatest and the story somewhat cheesy, it really affected me. Despite its shortcomings, it is still a beautiful love story. And, it got me thinking about my own relationship in a way I never had before. I think I've been taking it for granted. I realized, for the first time, that what I have is so incredibly special and precious. I have this wonderful man, who loves me deeply, and with whom I will grow old. As the years go by and I get wrinkled and gray, he will still look at me and see the pretty young girl he fell in love with. This is at once wonderful, and amazing, and scary, and comforting. I feel like such an idiot. Why on earth did it take me so long to fully appreciate the beauty of what I have? I've been very stressed out and scattered lately (like, for the past year or so), but I should never take this for granted. This wonderful, wonderful man loves me. He really does, with all his heart. I'm glad I finally got my head out of my ass long enough to realize and appreciate this. Why is it that we can sometimes be so blind to that which is closest to us? Life certainly is a mysterious and wondrous thing.