Appily ever after rachel silverman
We walked hand-in-hand to the building next door, on a path where deer watched our every step, as if protecting our way. I looked like Cinderella, in white with a crown, and we talked about dreams coming true and love that could light a whole world and happily ever after. This man with curly black hair and six days’ chin-and-cheek stubble and pure and devoted love is mine, a gift of the greatest significance.Įleven years ago we stood in an old historical church, beneath dim lighting that turned eyes to diamonds, and we said those vows we wrote each other, and we meant them with every in-love breath we took before speaking. He’s there beside me, watching “The Walking Dead” when I go to sleep in the evening, and he’s there, breathing his own dreams, when I open my eyes. The way he trusts me with something as fragile as his heart. The way he believes in the me I was created to be when I’m acting like a not-so-nice version of the whole It’s the way he keeps hope when I can’t seem to find mine
It’s his voice, filling the house with music always. It’s his arms wrapping all the way around me, even when I’ve been a little crazy and weepy and anxious It’s the familiar smell of his skin, the way it stretches across his back, just waiting for my touch