Today my husband woke up crying. The worries this has caused me was enough to wake any sleep remaining out of my eyes and jolt me to my full senses. In this dream, he told me, I underwent a program to completely forget about him. Our relationship, all the memories I had of him. Said I took it to test if, had we met under a different circumstance, I’d fall for him again, unknowingly. But I did not. In fact, I hated him. Said he tried to woo me, to make me remember, but instead, I hated his guts, I wanted nothing to do with him.

I find the ridiculousness of everything he said as somehow adorable. The fully awake, worried, and sincerely moved me, could not think of any reason as to why I would not want him, not a clue, not a thoughtful thought. This little dream of his, it’s these things that confirm and assure me that I made the right, oh so right decision of spending my life with him, however long that takes. How loved, and important I feel, even when I thought I weren’t worthy of it at all. I could only hope I am making him feel the same everyday.