Fourteen years

If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.
~ A. A. Milne

Today is our fourteenth wedding anniversary.

Fourteen years ago today, on a gloriously sunny but chilly Tuesday afternoon, Master T and I stood across from each other, only our mothers and children present, and both said ‘I do’. He looked so handsome in his dark suit, white shirt and dark red tie, and I loved how I looked in my long, dark red dress. We looked at each other with love in our eyes, knowing we want nothing more than to be together.

Despite all we have gone through in the past three years, and the ongoing health problems of Master T, we love our lives. We love being together. We love each other with a love that I can’t describe in words. Just about a week ago I found myself awake early in the morning, turning my head to look at Master T and I watched his face for a while, smiling and thinking just how much I love him. Enjoying the peace on his face, his easy breathing, and being grateful that in that moment, he had no pain. I turned over and fell asleep again with a smile on my face.

We’ve been married for fourteen years, but fell in love three and a half years before that. We know who we are, we know what we mean to each other, and we know we want to always be together, no matter what. We’re not only husband and wife, or Dom and sub, but we are best friends too. Best friends who love going out for a drink, or a dinner, or for a photography trip, or just be together at home with him watching a movie, and me hammering away on the keys a mere four meters from him, or us watching a serie on Netflix together. Our friendship runs as deep as our love, and as corny as it sounds, we complete each other sentences or say out loud what the other had just been thinking.

I fell in love with him in April 2002, married him on 1 November 2005, and I hope we are granted at least another 30 years together!

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