Last night, M and I went to bed earlier than usual. We’d talked a little and were just lying there quietly, spooning, as is usual when we are going to sleep. I’d assumed he was drifting off, when I heard the most amazing three words in my ear. Simple, beautiful words.
“Kay, I’m happy.”
They kind of took me off guard.
“Happy about what?”
And the breadth of that sunk in. I was speechless for a bit. We’ve talked so much about our relationship, about our evolution. We talk about how happy we are with the way things are going and about components of our dynamic, all the time. But, to hear that phrase, out of the blue, from this man who has historically not been the one to initiate emotional topics, was overwhelming.
I rolled over to face him, but it was so dark in our room, I couldn’t see his eyes. His eyes are always so telling, but I didn’t need to see them last night. I knew he meant it. I heard it in his voice, I felt it in his hands and in his body wrapped around mine. Most of all, I’ve experienced it in his behavior, day in and day out. I watch him, I feel and absorb his happy, too.
“Me, too. I never imagined I could be this happy.”
“It took such courage to bring this up. I love you.”
Again, I was taken aback. He was lying there with me, expressing to me how happy he is, and I knew as he said it that he is truly thankful for this journey. Just as thankful as I am.
“I love you, too.”
Those three simple words – they are all I ever wanted to hear, I think. They are all I’ll ever need.