Wednesday, January 12, 2011

I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairytale...

I'm a real woman and he is a real man. I still get excited when I see footage of him and painted and primped and literally I have to say to myself, "That is my husband." No fucking way!

I love him best when we are in bed. when he is shirtless and quite and tired. The way his eyes shine in the bunk light and how close we have to be to fit, and maybe just a little bit, how much we suffer to be happy. He, more than likely, had just came off of a hour long set, full of energy and emotion. He's tired, but still playful. I have his full attention, and isn't that really all a wife ever wants?

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