I desire my wife.

I want to meet her and her be here with me. I want her to say everything’s okay, and to be able to hold her whenever I want. My desire is to stare at her like she’s the only woman I’ve ever seen and tell her she’s beautiful. And she lights up.

There’s something about being with one person to grow old with. Someone to share this life with. I don’t want to have to go through it alone anymore. I have friends. The best friends in the world, but there’s nothing like falling asleep with someone you’re in love with. Knowing that you’re holding on to more than a warm body. You’re holding on to the person you’ve dreamed for. My one. Someone who I can speak straight to, and know that they aren’t judging me, and it’s not a battle of pride but of pure love. A reflection of God. Someone to affirm me. Someone to say I’m doing what I’m supposed to be doing. Someone that doesn’t just see me, but sees the man I will one day be sculpted into. I desire the woman in the car ride home with me at night. Not someone on the phone, and not a friend’s house I just left—someone in the passenger side laughing with me about the party we left, until we get back to our place.

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