Just Saying... |
Posted: 23 Dec 2011 08:56 PM PST I met my husband last night. I know his name, what he looks like, right down to what he sounds and smells like. He has dark hair, light eyes, proportionate body, 6'2", 30 something. He's military, is stationed on the same ship as my friend Leyley. Wants all the same things I do, and more importantly, never wants to live outside of BC, Canada. There are only two issues: He's engaged to someone else. I met him in my dream. Yup. In my dream. Though I can see what he is wearing, all our surroundings (a familiar place, though one I haven't been to yet... Leyley's cabin in Cowinchan). I can smell & hear him. I know his voice. Should I ever hear it, I'll know it at that moment. Sort of how a parent who gives a child up for adoption can recognize them or their voice 20 years later. I'll know him the second I see or hear him. It was an instant mutual attraction, it works out, but unsure of all the in between stuff after meeting and before we marry. There is love at first sight, which I've had the blessing of experiencing twice and then there is love before you've even met the person, where you've dream them into life. Call me crazy or the ultimate hopeless romantic. I know this man. I already love him. |
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