It has been almost a year since we vowed ourselves into marriage. Without a shadow of a doubt, it has been the best year of my life yet. I have had my final exam season recently and was on the brink of madness (as it happens every year). However, having my husband by my side - it wasn't as bad this time. He lulls me to sleep, feeds me when hungry, holds me when sad and embraces me when anxiety consumed.
When falling asleep on his shoulder every night, being cuddled with his arms around me tight, I try to remember: how did I sleep before? It feels so safe, serene and complete now. Was I oblivious to the emptiness of my bed before? Or was I aware of it but I needed it not? Maybe it is something God reserves to those who commits themselves to an eternal relationship. Possibly a present, or a gift - something to say, congratulations here are feelings of utter contentment which you once didn't know existed.
At present, his absence is emptiness. A void superficially filled with distractions - work, tv shows, books. Things that fill the physical space of where he should be, but does not come near to filling the emotional blanks between constant text messages and video chats.
At present, his presence is home. Wherever he is, there it is.
