The First Time Ever I Saw His Face

The first time I saw him I knew there was just something about him. I wasn't looking for anything or anyone. I had actually just came to the conclusion that I was to be single and was happy about it and happy with myself. So when I walked into the bar that night and glanced over and saw this good looking guy sitting there all by himself, I really didn't think that eight years later we would still be together. But I knew something.

I knew from the first time I saw him that he was a gentle soul, a passionate person with dreams, goals and ideas. When we first spoke and I saw his smile, I knew I liked him. When we danced and made small talk it just felt right, comfortable, almost like it should be that way. Never once did I fell like I needed to put on a facade or keep things private. I wanted to share things with him.

Eight years ago today I met a man. Not just any man, but a special man. One that I had no idea who he was, or where he came from, but who became the biggest part of my life, who actually became part of me. DJ was that man, and I can not even begin to imagine my life without him. Still today when he smiles my heart leaps, when we hold each other I feel safe and secure, and oh so comfortable. When we talk it feels so right. Sometimes we don't even need to talk because it seems we can read each others minds. Happy Anniversary DJ. I love you always and forever.