Love’s Story: I want to be your husband

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403846291555091452_81fiwvjg_f“I want to be your man.”

“I want to be your husband.”

She could feel her breath escape her nostrils in a flare. Her heart skipped a beat and the pores of her skin opened. She felt faint. Thank God she was lying down. Her fingers tingled, numb. All sensation disappeared.

Fear. The urge to run, kissed her lips and beckoned her to come in that second.’

Sigh.

“I want to be a better man for you,” he continued.

“I want to be with you. I don’t want to be far from you.”

The intended meaning sunk into her heart and her brain registered their intention. She could feel his hands in her’s, his cheek on her cheek, his breathe caressed the base of her temple.

Sigh.

‘God, I am a lucky woman’, she thought.

His love felt like exquisite chocolate caressing her esophagus. It was all she could do not to run to the hills, leaping with joy and fear simultaneously.

“Hey,” he said. “Did you hear me?”

She smiled. Words had deserted her like traitorous fiends. She drew his head to hers and held him, with every bone, muscle and flesh. They had stepped into forever.

…never letting go.

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Love’s Story

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He was her’s and she was his.

Love, that’s who he was; a reflection of Jesus Christ, demonstrating how his bride should be loved.

…and she loved him back.

Denise N. Fyffe

He was so unsuspecting. He snuck up on her, in a place, where she would not expect him to be.

Yet, he was everything she wanted.

No, he was not perfect, but he was the perfect man for her. He never judged her and he loved her to the nth degree.

He showed affection, continually.

He kissed her, lavishly.

He cooked, cleaned, gardened, cleaned the car and saw to her needs.

He even did those things that women secretly dreamed about. He made her breakfast, helped with her hair, he pampered her feet and he massaged her tired bones when she had a long, stressful day.

And he was all man.

He was her man. The one she prayed for. The one God told her, he was not done with; but she insisted, she needed him now.

He was her’s and she was his.

Love, that’s who he was; a…

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