Remembering

 I am reminded everyday that just a few months ago you weren't in my life and that you will forever be there in the future. The reassurance I get from you is unlike anything I have ever experienced. George,  you are like a gift from the universe. It is like we should have always known each other even as children. But because we met in our late 40s we voice those memories and they seem real and shared. The good ones and the bad ones are shared with joy, laughter, curiosity of each other, and pure greediness to just KNOW. The character building ones, the mistakes, the good choices, and the traumatic events that we were both reluctant to share with each other out of fear fit us together. There is no fear between us. I am safe. I am secure. I am loved. It is like I have a personal mantra whether I want it or not. George, I love you. There are other loves in my life, my children, my husband,  my mother, but I love you like a part of myself that was missing.