It is the most incredible feeling to be loved. But not only to be loved, but to be known, and loved all the more for that knowing. The other evening David (my shockingly gorgeous fiance) and I were quietly relaxing in each others company, when my fingers absentmindedly began moving as if they were playing the piano.
"I love when you do that," he said suddenly, the lines around his mouth crinkling up with his smile. There is nothing about me that he closes his eyes to, or pretends not to notice. Every part of my personality and character he understands and appreciates. He has such a clear picture of who I am and what I'm made of, and is still absolutely crazy about me. I have never felt so free; never so devoted.