The pursuit of happiness

Today, my pre-fiance reminded me why I love.

We were in the middle of watching How I Met Your Mother, the first season. Ted was holding out this first kiss for Robin, saying this could be the first kiss between him and his future wife, and that's why he's not willing to go for it so soon.

Upon hearing that, Gabriel slapped his knee and excitedly declared, "See! See this is why I refused to kiss you at first! But nooo you had to kiss me first."

And my heart melted into a little puddle.

But as the show progressed and Robin explained how she cannot be convinced of a relationship so soon, I started to recall the initial suppressing I felt, when I first realized this could be the last relationship I'll ever have.

I went to lie on the bed and he immediately climbed in after me, asking what's wrong. I started questioning why he loved me and how he knew I'm definitely the one for me.

"Because it's written on your face."

"On my face?

"Your cheeks."

"What does it say?"

(points to one cheek)

"H"

(points to the other)

"...O"

He got away despite my best efforts to smack him.

But maybe, that's all I ever wanted.

A man who always makes me laugh, even when I'm the most serious I can be. A man who cuddles me in his arms as we lay down to sleep together. A man who kisses my forehead before he turns to sleep. A man who lets me toss and turn out of his arms, reaching to hold my hand like an otter even though he's already asleep.

How can I ask for more?