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By Mark Kevin Smith

To tell you about my wife I first must go back to 1985, when my roommate introduced us. It didn’t take long before I asked her out on a date. However at that time, I dated more than one women at a time. We went out on several dates and I was starting to care for her, which was at that time something I just didn’t do.

Then one day I received a call from a friend on Long Island, NY. He offered me a job I just couldn’t refuse. Well this is where things started getting a little complicated. I had planned to move up there alone, but while I was on a date with another women I was seeing, she started crying uncontrollably. She didn’t want me to leave, and since I melt when a women starts to cry. Like an idiot I ask her if she wanted to go with me and see if it worked out for her. After about six months of living together people kept saying back home that we would never make it together, so I thought I would show them, and asked her to marry me. Opps.

To make a long story short the marriage didn’t work out and I eventually  moved back home. The entire time I lived on Long Island I thought about that other women I left behind. I couldn’t get her out of my head.

It was now at the end of 1989 when I moved home. I had a lucky day, I saw a friend that knew where my lost love was working, so I carefully set a trap to meet her, while she was going to work. I saw her get out of her car and yelled her name, like I just happened to run into her. She acted happy to see me, which made me nervous after the way I treated her, so I ask her on a date.

In less than one year we were married and started our own adventure. We had two kids, now twenty and twenty three. We had our tough times, we separated for a while, but neither of us wanted a divorce. We still remained committed to one another. We reunited after that. A marriage commitment is nothing to take lightly, sometimes you have to fight for it.

My wife and I have loved each other deeply for twenty five years, but something new has happened, I don’t know if it’s because we are getting older or what, but somehow our love has gone deeper than I knew it could exist. I’m not sure you even still can call it love. It’s something deep in the soul.

She has entered my heart, like she never has before, and she tells me the same has happened to her. I wish I could explain these feelings better, but without feeling them yourself I doubt anyone else could understand it.

I wrote a couple of paragraphs in my blog that were inspired by her. called, Eternal Love and A Special Kind Of Love, in my archives.

My wife and I are kinda scared now that we are getting older, she once told me that she doesn’t want to live one day after I die. I feel exactly the same way. Neither one of us would be complete without the other one.

Each of us wants to be the first to die so that one of us won’t feel the indescribable pain and emptiness the survivor must endure. Both of us can’t tolerate the thought of living without the other, but that day has to come.   My entire being is, for the love of my wife.