Love-a definition of my own

You wake up in the morning and just because he is not by your side, it is immediate worry. You stop to think of where he could be and what he is doing. Sometimes it is known to you and others it is a mystery. You get on with your day having said your prayers for him, the best you can do. At lunch, he crosses your mind. You think of his smile, his laugh, his frown, his annoying look. You think of all the different ways his face can twist. Through the afternoon he isn’t in your mind. You have other things in your life. At night, just before you go to bed, you think of him once again. You concentrate on the memory of his tender touch, his soft lips, and his powerful arms that hold you and make you feel safe. It becomes so real, you can almost feel his presence. Then you open your eyes and there he is. He had always been there, he had never left your side. He was with you all day long but you just didn’t look, you only imagined.