What it is to love My Honey....

What does it mean to fall in love? To feel loved by one person and to love them more deeply than you ever knew was possible to love another human being? That was the love Chris and I shared. Every issuance from his body, whether it be his morning breath (peppery), his lift-his-butt-cheeks toots, his many times daily squirts of stuff to clear his nasal passages...coming from the body I loved more deeply than my own, it was all ok. The only thing I would never do was pop a zit on his back. I let Grace do that. I remember how he used to pass gas - so loud! And just like a little kid. It would kill me when he would do that in the car. I would tell him I didn't want to breath his anal poop particles. Gross! Now I would love to have another moment where he had to lift his cheek to make room for the air to express itself....it's strange to miss things like that, but I do. It was so CHRIS. You ever smell those really burny peppers they have at Mexican restaurants? Or take a sniff of the Red Hot when you are out to eat? That's the feeling I get every time it hits me - this intense burny hot pain that smarts my eyes and makes my nose start to run. It's horridible....awful. He loved me, I know he did. He loved the things I would say. He loved to see me laugh and have fun. He loved to have fun with me. He would laugh at me when I was being a nincompoop, and he'd give me this look that was so full of love and of pure pleasure in who I was...probably the best feeling in the world to be loved like that and it is my most memorable memory of him, just him looking at me like that. When I think of my honey, it is with that expression on his face, the best face I have ever known in my life. I love you my honey, you are my heart and my soul and never far from my thoughts....