storms and revelations.

The other night when the first awesome thunderstorm of the year rolled in, Christopher turned off the lights, hopped into bed, and squeezed me tight.

"Let's lay here together and listen to the storm," he said.

I love storms, the smell of rain, and the wave of relaxation it washes over me. No one has wanted to hold me while listening to a storm. I thought to be indifferent about it, but why?

"Isn't this so romantic?" he said.

Romantic? How silly. After laughing and calling him a dork, I had a quick revelation. Do I even know what romance really is? Yes, I show much appreciation towards this man who has practically changed my life, we've had many amazing times together, but the reality which makes me feel light headed is that all my amazing times with him are slowly replacing all the bad times I have ever had in my life. All this good could never be replaced. I'm growing a confidence and worth that can never be broken down because of the way this man makes me feel.

"Yes, my love, it's very romantic." I said; however, his words took me so many other places than romance.