We are one, my husband and I. We are heart and soul, two peas, one pod. We have been this way since I was only 18. He was two years my senior.
On a hot summer's day I waited outside whilst my Chuck and my daddy spoke. I was twent and I will never forget the day. The smell of freshly mown grass and the cool breeze shuffling my chiffon skirt. The sun was shining bright in the cloudless blue sky and my mother's jug of fresh homemade lemonade sat on the small white table. I waited impatiently for one of them to come outside. Chuck proposed to me that very night by the river. We went swimming and stayed up til morning giggling like ten year olds. It was one of the best nights of my life.
We are one, Chuck and I. For the last forty five years, we've shared a bed, and when the lights are out, I protect him from his nightmares, and he protects me from mine.
"My girl", he called me that one sleepless night. We lay awake. Too hot to sleep or move or talk. He called me his girl or his "her" as though for every 'him' there's a perfect 'her'. I'm so very grateful that his 'her' is me.
Soon after I became a two, I forgot I was ever one. I can't bear to imagine my days without my Chuck.
Charles stares into my eyes to tell me he loves me. He never raises his voice, never grows impatient, not when I couldn't carry children, not when I lose patience.
Our love is everlasting, fortifying, forever. We are one, he and I. He is my soul mate, my best friend, my equal. I was to live on, and dance through eternity together. I want to bind us by more than just a life time. I was an eternity, an eternity of Charles and me.