Un-made Bed, Thoughts, Thankfulness

After coming back home, I went straight to shower. Walking out of the shower, I rushed into the bedroom looking for my pajamas under the blankets. As I lifted the blankets, I catch a wave of that lovely familiar smell in one's bed (probably just a combination of build up sweat, dried saliva, and body odor in general) and thought.. I love my boyfriend.

wait, boyfriend? I meant, husband. 
Oh that doesn't sound right either. It's a bit too formal.. Hubby? 

I could totally continue to refer to him as my "boyfriend" for ever and ever. 

But now that I think about it.. the way he makes me feel, has reached a place I didn't feel existed in me. The term "boyfriend" no longer meets what he is now for me.

It is a whole new world for me. This "husband" of mine is nothing like what I had expected.

He does not look down upon his wife, on the contrary, he revolves around me. He does not forget about me, instead, I am on his mind all the time. He is not scared from all the new responsibilities, he keeps on trying without giving up. He did not become more isolated, he is actually a lot more talkative now than ever. 

The boyfriend does anything to conquer her heart. The husband does everything to ensure her well being, without forgetting those sparks of romantic moments that started it all.

The boyfriend is dreamy, and so perfect she fears to wake up and lose it all. The husband is the one who is there when she wakes up, and holds her close to his solid chest.

The boyfriend creates happy memories in a fairy tale. The husband creates silly memories on a daily basis in real-life car ride to work.

The boyfriend talks about the promises, the husband takes the words and put them into action.

And me? I think about him all the time and thank the universe that he is forever mine. (nop, can't cntl + z it)