She Loves Me
Entry by: Phina
27th February 2015
She loves me
When she first comes in to my life, just a thought, just a notion, I grow fond of her, then grow connected, close, bonded and I love her. It is that simple, even though it is not.
When she enters my life in flesh and form, I feel an overpowering surge of love that shakes me to my core. A wave that knocks me, stops my breath.
When I look at her, the depth of my feelings, my thoughts, my love, reaches so far in to myself it feels as if there is an eternal galaxy within me.
This galaxy within me, full of hope, potential, excitement at what the future will bring for her, for me, for us, changes my entire perception of life.
This galaxy within my own soul that is endless, warm, comforting, coloured in hues of the most beautiful, star dusted colours.
It fills my chest, tight and firm. Flows through my throat as though aching to be spoken. Lifts my arms, my eyes, my lips.
I hold her, this feeling too full, too much, too strong, too everything, to express in words. I hold her to my chest so she can feel what I feel.
I gaze in to her eyes, trace my finger down her cheek, watch her smile, laugh and reach for me. She loves me too.
As time passes, accustomed to her company, I find words, I love you, that do not do justice, but are spoken easily, frequently.
Then unexpectedly, for the smallest of reasons, a surge of pure, breath taking, swelling, motion stopping love.
My perception once again changed. In the midst of this swirling love that overpowers my entire being, I know all is right, everything is possible.
In the smallest of things she tells me she loves me back in ways that words can not compare. A comforting hug when I am low, how she speaks of me when she can not know I hear.
What wonderful thing must I have done to have earned the privilege of her in my life. What beautiful actions led her to me.
A daughter who has saved and changed my life. Who I love more than words will ever be able to measure. Who loves me in return for all my faults, my rules, my teachings. Who loves me despite her 16 years of age and all that that entails.
When she first comes in to my life, just a thought, just a notion, I grow fond of her, then grow connected, close, bonded and I love her. It is that simple, even though it is not.
When she enters my life in flesh and form, I feel an overpowering surge of love that shakes me to my core. A wave that knocks me, stops my breath.
When I look at her, the depth of my feelings, my thoughts, my love, reaches so far in to myself it feels as if there is an eternal galaxy within me.
This galaxy within me, full of hope, potential, excitement at what the future will bring for her, for me, for us, changes my entire perception of life.
This galaxy within my own soul that is endless, warm, comforting, coloured in hues of the most beautiful, star dusted colours.
It fills my chest, tight and firm. Flows through my throat as though aching to be spoken. Lifts my arms, my eyes, my lips.
I hold her, this feeling too full, too much, too strong, too everything, to express in words. I hold her to my chest so she can feel what I feel.
I gaze in to her eyes, trace my finger down her cheek, watch her smile, laugh and reach for me. She loves me too.
As time passes, accustomed to her company, I find words, I love you, that do not do justice, but are spoken easily, frequently.
Then unexpectedly, for the smallest of reasons, a surge of pure, breath taking, swelling, motion stopping love.
My perception once again changed. In the midst of this swirling love that overpowers my entire being, I know all is right, everything is possible.
In the smallest of things she tells me she loves me back in ways that words can not compare. A comforting hug when I am low, how she speaks of me when she can not know I hear.
What wonderful thing must I have done to have earned the privilege of her in my life. What beautiful actions led her to me.
A daughter who has saved and changed my life. Who I love more than words will ever be able to measure. Who loves me in return for all my faults, my rules, my teachings. Who loves me despite her 16 years of age and all that that entails.
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