His.
It was a cold place. That box with the silky ivory color lining in the domed lid stayed propped open for the world to peek in at. It was uncomfortable and lonely there. All the trial-and-error outings, they were really a big waste of time. One even wanted me badly but I knew it wouldn't work out. And then one day SHE was there. Those warm chocolate brown eyes, that featherlight touch. The heat of her delicate skin. She was nothing short of perfection. She brought me back to life. In that brief period of time, she'd already become the center of gravity of my world. I didn't even mind being in the dark for a while after that. I got a glimpse of what the world could be like and I knew a time would come when we'd be facing the light together again. I knew I'd need to be patient and wait for that glorious reunion to occur, but in the end, it would be worth it; she was destined to be part of my forever.
Hers.
The star-shaped crown I wear might shine brightly under the lights but I never felt truly alive until the universe brought him to me. I'd waited for so long for that right one. It's not easy being different, and it's lonely when you sit in a category all your own; bolder, brighter, more confident than the rest. Sure, there'd been others who'd considered me along the way. They were sometimes warm, sometimes rough, sometimes insincere. I HATED the one who took me out just to make fun of my uniqueness – clearly they didn't understand; I was something special, and I was meant to be part of something special. And then HE found me – Mr Right. The calloused skin against my smoothness, the bright shine of those honey-warm whiskey-colored eyes. That short glimpse into our future wasn't enough. I couldn't wait to be able to see those eyes every day eternally. I knew he was something special from the first touch.
His.
The day we were finally joined was like nothing I could've dreamt of. I was home. And she was warm honey and apple pie and sparkling champagne bubbles on your tongue. She was everything I always knew she would be. Her smile, her natural glow. And getting to feel all the hidden, secret parts of her where nobody else would ever tread... I felt privileged. I still do. She makes all the time spent waiting worthwhile. She breathes new life into me every morning and I know this is what eternity is all about.
Hers.
He's mine now, always. I never knew how truly empty life was until he showed me the way. He thinks I'm some shining beacon but really, he is my touchstone. My lighthouse in a storm. My earth, my sun, my everything. My favorite thing is the feel of his heartbeat. When I rest against his chest and feel that steady lub-dub pulsing beneath me, it centers me. And even if there are times when we have to be separated it just makes our reunion all the more meaningful. His eyes say I'm the only thing that matters in his universe, which is fitting because he's really all that matters in mine.
His.
The first fight. It was bad. Being out drinking all night with friends didn't help. She wanted her side heard and acknowledged and well, sometimes people don't get what they want, right? Still, saying it just made her more angry. And being stubborn and righteous might feel good in that moment, but when all that hazy cloud of conceit wears off along with the liquor, you're left with a hard cold reality: you fucked up and you shoulda just said sorry.
Now you have to backtrack and beg and plead and... is it worth it? Was the fifteen minutes of feeling the grandiosity worth her tears and her heartache and that LOOK in her eyes? Fucking of course not. Idiot. So you have to do the grand gesture now. Flowers. Flowers are always a good place to start. White tulips mixed with pastel daisies. She loves those. Grovel if that's what it takes, because she's worth your humility. And it doesn't hurt if you can shed a few tears of remorse and pledge your undying love and devotion to her... she deserves to be worshiped. Try not to lose sight of that fact in the future, huh?
Hers.
Men can be such children! They need to be hand-held and spoon-fed and led by the nose and told exactly WHY repeatedly until (hopefully) one day they finally get it. But he's so damn stubborn sometimes!
That fight was horrible and it's probably just the first of many, but he's worth the heartache. When two people are so passionate about one another, these things are bound to happen. Disagreements bubble over into full-blow disputes. The mature thing is to know when enough is enough, to learn which button is the doomsday button, and then DON'T push it. It's tempting to tap on it at least, especially when he comes home drunk off his ass with someone else's perfume on his jacket. He's not the cheating kind though – not after the lessons already learned. After spending this much time together, it's pretty clear, his love runs too deep to ever be cheapened in that way. Okay, but he's still a guy, and he might appreciate some extra attention from outside sources. But it's been clear from day one that he only has eyes and heart and soul for one person – and that person is NOT the one who belongs to that foul cheap foreign scent he drug home with him on his clothes that night.
So he pleads and he begs and he repeats his wedding vows and he makes amends. The flowers were a nice touch... he gets it. He knows when he screwed up. And you sometimes have to know when to stop being the righteous punisher – compromise can be a good thing, especially when lessons are learned on both sides. He needs some time to himself too, he just needs to not get so inebriated next time – unless his heart and soul is along with him to get him home safely afterward.
His.
New life. It's taken a few years of waiting through busy careers and then patience and practice makes perfect (and you gotta enjoy the practice times)... but it finally happened. The feel of that velvety chubby little arm or cheek or fat little toes... it's as much a part of everything as she is. She radiates in her motherhood too. She already had a glow before, but now? Her diamond facets reflect like a prism and she's absolutely dazzling.
Hers.
Two became one and now there are three. A living reflection of that deepest love bonded eternally, and now the world can watch it grow up and become the metaphor. He's happier than anyone's ever seen him and he flusters easily now, wanting to please her and their little them and not sure which one to prioritize sometimes because each of them makes up the two halves of his heart, and he's just the glue happily holding them together.