On Sunday, April 26th, I celebrated my 16th wedding anniversary with my husband, Casey. We ended up not doing anything. In fact, we looked at each other and Casey said, “We did 15 of these already. Rain check?”
Wearing my gaming headphones, I looked at him, smiled and said, “Rain check.”
Love.
Love is difficult for me.
There are very few people that I truly love. It is hard for me to even say the words. Even with my husband of 16 years. I never just say, “I love you.”
I am always envious of people that have so much love to give that they freely express it to everyone. There are days that I wish I could be that expressive.
The truth is, I don’t feel love very often. I don’t feel compelled to love every person I meet. Everyone I meet isn’t automatically my “brother” or “sister”. I don’t develop relationships like that.
Love is precious to me. So precious, in fact, I keep it locked away and reserve it for only those that I feel deserve it. Does that make me a bit of an elitist? Probably. Definitely.
If I tell you that I love you. Believe it. With all of your heart. Believe it.
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