The smell of her hair, and the touch of her hand. The look on her face when she felt my pain. I remember the simple innocence of first and pure love. I remember.
The times that I was overcome with waves of emotion because I was blessed with this companion, lover, and friend. I remember waking in the night, from a bad dream or not, insecure and uncomfortable. I remember falling in love, all over again, when I felt her warmth and heard her breathing.
I remember times of overwhelming joy when I heard her laugh, and saw her smile. I remember how amazing and emotional it was to see her coming down the aisle to stand with me as I waited to take her hand. I remember that.
I remember the awesome closeness, of a friend who was always near and there to share good times, and bad. Although, my divorce is still a fresh pain and heartache, the sanctity of marriage is not tainted in my heart and mind. I loved being married, and the one I was married to. I miss it; the relationship and tenderness.
In a world of divorce, hate, and bitterness, I am blessed to, at least, have a friendship with my ex-wife. I'm so thankful for that. I really feel for those who don't.
The bond and sanctity of marriage may be a thing of the past in a lot of folks minds today, but to me, the past is not forgotten.