Vaginal Realm

When I think of you, I keep remembering the first time we met. You looked radiant in that pink shirt. Your face was unusually void of the grim expression and your hands looked at their most supple. Right then and there I knew I could melt in those beautiful hands. The aura that surrounded you was phenomenally soothing to my rattled being, as if a warm wisp of wind was wrapping me from behind to lock me in an everlasting embrace and sing lullabyes until I fall asleep. Your being was exceptionally light and our conversations even more lighter but none whimsical. We talked about everything, from culinary knowledge sharing to economic debates, and at the end of each conversation you always left me wondering about one hypothesis: What if?

I never regret the decision to plunge and go for it. Go for you. Forgive me for still upping my defenses during our short dance. I knew deep in my heart that you were the one, that I will love you more than I have anyone else, and that I will not survive a heartache because this time I'm sure this is it, I can love unconditionally because here is a person worth of everything that I have and deserves nothing less. You never disappoint me in this, my love. As expected, you were everything that I hoped, wished, and prayed for, even more. I wasn't lucky; I was blessed.

The petty fights we have over what to cook for dinner or how to spend our coffers is always a fun thing to have. Why? Because it proves that we share things, and we give each other the right to pool our affairs together. It reminds me that I am not alone in this life, and all the days will be conquered because I have an extra soul to walk by mine. When you take away that scoop of ice cream from the table to save me the calories, I frown a bit on the foregone sweets but never on the sweetness of your concern. I'll give up all cakes and cookies in the world only if you'd take them away from me. Somehow you always knew how to spoil me the right way -- healthy, reasonable, practical, loving way. It was something only you could do. And you do it for me. Thank you.

Each night that we spend together is like a dream come true. I always wanted to be intimately beside you. To hear you breathe (or snore at times), smell your breath and your skin while you lie in deep slumber in my arms, feel your warmth clothing me as we lay in the darkness to wait for a new day together. As the sun rises I can feel regenerated by a thousand years of sleep because I had you to cradle me to rest. And as the light of day enters the window I thank the heavens for giving me another day to spend with you, my beloved. And as you kiss my belly before sleeping and upon waking, I realized that you have so much love in you that it becomes superfluous and my cup will runneth over up to flooding. Our child can never be lucky enough for having you for a father. She'll realize this one day, I know, and when she does she will look at you with fervor and adoration with the same hope as mine to reciprocate even a tiny bit of all the affection that seem to naturally flow from your being.

Thank you for the gift of everthing. I love you, Penha.

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