The View From Here

I forgot how beautiful the city is, especially covered in snow. It still amazes me that I can stand in a park in the midst of the city and have such a perfect view of both the mountains and the skyscrapers. It was breathtaking. Moments that make you stop because you want to remember them. Because you dont want them to end.

I suppose honesty would lead me to admit it wasnt just the view. It had been too long. I had forgotten what we were like. Hanging out with you is different. It is always like no time has passed, even though this time it was nearly a year. We just pick up right where we had left off and delve into the deep things that arent always easily spilled. And somehow you always say what I need to hear but dont realize I need to hear. I think I realized more about myself in those ninety minutes than some people do in a lifetime. You bring that out in me. The reflection, the pure honesty, the innocence.

I reconsidered my outward views on marriage and finally saw what I believed inside. The words came out before I even realized it was how I felt. I learned that I actually did know what I was looking for but I just needed someone to remind me, someone who knew me beyond comprehension. The fresh air overlooking the city and the crisp snow beneath our feet was only a backdrop to the emotional and intellectual sharing that poured out.

As I drove home I found myself singing, like I always do. But somehow I was smiling.  And it wasnt just within. I had forgotten so much. You make me want to punch you in the face so incredibly often but I think it may be because I might never love someone the way I love you. Because you truly know every single little thing and have never looked at me differently, you respect me, you tease me, you know me. I can only wonder if anything better exists, or if we really should face the facts that you are like a dinosaur and I am so entirely innocent, but we compliment each other.