True love is what my husband and I share. We do what ever we can to make the other happy. We comprimse alot, talk for hours on end every night when we go to bed. We go to bed at the same time so if you see I am up this late, so is hubby. Right now he is downstairs showering as I wait for him to go to bed. We laugh hysrericly like little kids together and we also cry together. We feel the others moods and feelings and usually can help without ever saying we know you are feeling down etc.
He tells me all the time I am his rock, I laugh and think of how frail I have been at times and have always thought of him as my rock. When we are in bed and our I love you's and goodnights are said we cuddle together and go to sleep feeling the strenghth of the others love and we both say how safe we feel.
I have never been loved by anyone as I have by him, no ones knows me better or has seen me at my worst any more than he has but he has always been there to pick me up. He on the other hand says the same. We are always telling eachother how lucky we are to have found one another. God Has brought us together until death do we part.
God Bless you all,
Jane