Thread by @ElemiFuentes

Do you know how I know my husband is my #Soulmate?
Because he can sit there for 3 hours and talk to me about how fucked the world is, how misunderstood I am, how my growing up influenced my current behavior and how he doesn't communicate enough. And through all the bullshit,

through all the tears and jokes and laughs and getting to know each, through all the sharing and confiding all those secrets none of us are proud of, through all the growing up and bettering ourselves... he is sticking by me and still loves me. And when I have a girly mood

that I need attention and love and cuddles, and a firm grip to hold me and tell me everything is going to be ok....
When I need I soul to understand without judging, to know the things we do for survival without questioning the differences of what we do with a full belly and

and what we do with an empty belly...
To know that morals and perspectives look very different from the side of a full stomach to the line of those that had nothing to eat for a week...
And when he looks at it all, when he sees the big picture and he sees all my faults and

all my imperfections...
All the times I put my foot in my mouth and laugh in the wrong moment without being to stop myself. Say the wrong words at a social gathering.
Disagree with all those family members that view me as...
Through it all, he sticks by me and stick by him

And I laugh at his #Slovak accent and his really bad command of the English language that I have to constantly teach him...(he totally sounds like #Vlad the #Impaler if he was alive....)
And he laughs at my #Spanish accents and my ineptitude to pronounce Slovak words...

And through it all... he sticks by me. And he loves me.
He loves me those days that I can't be bothered to dress up and and get out of my pyjamas. And I look a mess and don't shower in 3 days 'cos either the world is a fucked up place,or I am too consumed with research to notice

Through those days that I feel like a million dollars, and through those days that I feel I should have never been born... through everything, he sticks by me and he loves me.
He is sweet and gentle. He never gets mad at me no matter how many times I do the wrong thing.

And he somehow always understands the imperfections of humanity, and even more so, my own humanity. And so he looks at me with those wonderful dark eyes and that half-smile and says 'don't worry baby, we will fix it. We are a team'. And he is right. We are the most wonderful team

Because just like imperfections and mistakes do catch up with so do with him. And so he has taught me to smile at life, to smile at the inconvenience and little bumps along the road, and when he messes up,

I look at him and smile and tell him: 'don't worry, mi amor, we will sort out. We are a team'. And so we forgive each other's imperfections, because they are not an inconvenience of a life but the little reasons that add the spice to it all.We look upon each other's faces&smile

upon the grin of misfortune. We are stronger together because we are a team. We support each other. My husband completes me. Makes me happy. Not in a needy, dependent way. We can easily spend hours next to each other without uttering a word. It doesn't matter. We don't need to.

It is enough to know that we have each other right there.There is no needs for when you have a reassurance. An unspoken oath. A vow we made to protect and respect each other. We are not married. We never told each other that. We never signed a contract.But we only have each other

*words

And yet we refer to each other as husband and a wife. Not because we have signed a social contract (we haven't) but because at this particular moment in life, both him and me feel that we have found the perfect companion to walk alongside one's path until the life ends or

or we change enough that our interests no longer walk across the same roads. It happens. But we hope it won't be our case. Marriage is on the horizon. Mostly down to 'if something happens to either one of us' and how much 'easier paperwork will be'...
Sometime soon I will be Mrs.

(No even sure that is the proper way. After some 12+ years in #Britain, I could never figure certain things. Titles for single vs married people. And liquid measurements. Everything else I got).
(I can tell you the trajectory of an outdoor bullet given wind conditions, but I

cannot tell the differences between titles. Hence why all my articles are all Mr and Miss and friking off you go! 🤣)
And so one day I will be Mrs XXX. Let's skip the legalities of names. But deep down, the most important part of being Mrs XX has nothing to do of what

*with what paper we might have to sign. It has to do with the fact that he is a truly wonderful man. Clever and witty and always willing to lend a hand to anyone in need. It has to do with the fact that I am and I will be proud to be his wife. Because I cannot imagine of any

better man or any better person than him. I cannot honestly conceive of wanting to spend the rest of my life with anyone else but him. He is my rock, my world, my sanity, my strength. He is the soft touch between the sheets and the rough touch when... He is my alpha and omega

The reason that I am who I am today. The reason I became a better person and the reason I am always trying to better myself. The more I think about him, the more I think HE is the reason that I made it thus far. Because of our paths were meant to cross.

Because so many accidents in the universe happen so that he and me could become one. He is the yin to my yang. He is the light into my darkness.
HE IS ME. The male part that completes the female part and makes a whole. A unity. A bond. He is what makes me comprehend the works

O.Scott Card when he says 'under the law', 'husband and wife are the same person and responsible for each other' (massively paraphrasing here). So He is me and I am him. Because we are the parts missing of our souls that complete each other.
And that, is why I love my husband

*being able

*with me