An Open Letter To My Husband
I fell in love; perfectly consumed as though it was written, no one else compared.
We met at college, 16 and hormonal; he was tall, had dark eyes, shaggy hair and a style that I could only describe as something right out of a Richard Linklater movie.
I remember walking into class and seeing his face for the first time, I was late for my first day of college; this later became a pattern of mine.
He seemed quiet and mysterious which I later discovered was due to his fondness of weed. It would be another year before anything would come of that single thought.
November 5th, Bonfire night!
It was that night a year later where I would be invited to go see the fireworks with him and a friend.
It was a dark, misty night and the moon was bright. We sat under the stars looking on in wonderment at the beautiful colours dancing in the night sky. The thought of being kissed that night didn't even come to mind but it was a magical night in more ways than one.
Towards the end of the show we had lost our mate to zubrowka and a hormonal urge to follow a particular girl around all night - so we went on without him. We went to a local pub and drank some more and talked about everything - completely enthralled in one another, not even hearing the bell ring for last orders.
We took a stroll in the moonlight holding hands.
We ended up at a taxi office as we stood waiting, the light flickering.
He brushed the hair off my face as we looked into each other’s eyes and then I leaned in and it was as though time stood still as we kissed.
Flash forward 15 years and we’re happily married and are living through a pandemic. Like most, we quickly became acclimated to that lockdown life - creating a bubble of just us two and trying to hold on to fragments of normalcy with weekly date nights and saturday brunches but in the comfort of our living room.
The isolation of the pandemic has only brought us closer - living in our bubble and quieting the noise from the outside - the office drama and daily commutes has enabled us to talk through issues that have arisen, get into new fun hobbies and finally finish Monkey Island 2: LeChuck's Revenge (a true gaming classic!!) This Valentines Day, I am thankful for my husband because he has created a safe haven for us during lockdown and has continued to help me stay sane by staying up with me as I struggled with my anxiety. Always entertained and always laughing, even after all these years.
