Love is all that I have and all that I can give. The love I feel for you, and you alone is the love that I shall give.
A Dinner of Dreams
When we began, I would often dream of cooking a dinner that I sincerely hoped would impress you with a culinary delight. More than anything, I wanted to make you a memorable dinner.
The details of the recipe did not matter to me, while cooking. Instead, I focused on putting love into measurement. I trusted my heart and not the play-by-play cooking 101. Instead, the dinner came from my experiences and my passion for cooking. Still, this was the first time I had cooked for you and I wanted the meal and the moment to be perfect.
Dinner is served
Recreating a recipe that was given to her by a young Italian lady who was 104 years of experience, and the recipe she gave my mom was the old family recipe for a wonderfully yummy, red sauce.
For hours, I watched over the simmering kettle of sauce...enough to feed a small army. Slowly stirring and indulging in the melting garlic slivers, the freshly chopped oregano and so much more. Boiling the tomatoes to make them easier to peel was truly a labor of love but in all the effort...I firmly believe that the more effort you put into something for someone else, is the true measurement of love.
Even then, the world was changing...my world was changing. You had taken me from the darkness and showed me love in the way I needed love most, in your smile.
The moment had come, the dinner was done and I could only dream that you would know that you mean more to me than little labors of love and yet, I am holding tightly to my dream that you will be pleasantly surprised.
Honesty...good or bad?
The dinner of dreams...in ruins.
For all of my effort, hard work and determination...the dinner went sideways. Bless her heart...I felt so sorry when I saw that her reaction would not hide the overly seasoned sauce and slightly undercooked pasta.
Our glances during dinner began to tell the story of a growing passion to hold, and be held. Our banter of reminiscent stories we share, was a prelude to what we were truly feeling.
Still, we laughed and did our best to get through dinner...perhaps, even escape the ordeal. Instead, we curled up and watched TV. Even in the face of an adverse dinner, we had a really great time and my, Dinner of Dreams, was saved.
The truth of dinner
Soon, I realized that the truth of dinner was really about spending time with you. Getting to enjoy learning more about you already knowing that I was, and still am, in love with you.
Romance is about paying attention to each other while enjoying each other's presence. This is how I feel about you. This is how I see us and I will always want you next to me, Samantha. I love you and I dream of you every moment we're apart while relishing in the memories and time we are together.
Tell me everything. even when you are reading me headlines and articles, I forget to hear the story for enjoying the sweet presence of your voice. The song of the siren could not beckon me away from only hearing your words, your sound...your perfection.
Together and content
Together and content
After surviving my cooking, (still debatable), we made our way to the sofa and snuggled up to watch television. As I watched the tentacles of the jellyfish float around on the screen, I wondered if they knew the comfort of what it feels like to hold a loved one the way I was holding you.
We snuggled on the couch and as I held you close to me, I knew I had found my happy place. Indeed, you mean the world to me and I will always want you near to me and in my arms. Just holding you makes my soul tingle with the greatest sense of comfort and of love.