The History Of You And Me

June 2022.

He came back to me. The love of my life finally came back home.

He'd said something about remembering how fragile life is and how we should cherish all that we have while we still have it.

That took me back to when we first got together.
Our conversation in the wilderness and how madly in love we were with each other despite having denied it for years.

Life's endless complications hadn't presented themselves. Or maybe they had and we just didn't care for them. Our love always surpassed all that dared overshadow it.

Our love was end-all-be-all.

He said the trip back home was necessary for him to see how much he still needed me. That sometimes we have to be away from something to realize how much we can't live without it.

He honestly could've said anything and I would've still welcomed him in my arms.

I love my husband so much that I don't care that I have to act like a model wife. I will be the woman who stands by his side while he reigns supreme.

I will be the woman who takes away all stress, discomfort, and unpleasantries. I will make sure he never needs anything that I could give to him.

I will do all that and more.

The trip to Leeds was longer than I'd thought it was going to be. But I understood because there were matters he needed to attend to.

He doesn't go to Leeds all that often anymore but he always made it a point to provide for his family there.

While he was there, he bought them a house in the city.
As much as he loved the house he grew up in, he knew it wasn't in the greatest condition for anyone to continue living in.

The village itself barely had people who still lived in it, for good reason of course.

Not to mention it was far from everything and his family had to travel long distances to get anywhere.

I imagine it was a struggle getting them to move. You could always tell that his family was content with the secluded life they'd lived there.

They had very limited resources but hardly felt like they needed anything.

Though many might've felt bad for them, I envied them.
They didn't have the greatest cellphone reception so they actually sat down and spoke to one another. They lived a happy life filled with all that they needed; each other.

He also provides for his father's family now as they too were struggling.

He sat and conversed with his wife while he was there and got to know what he'd been up to before his passing.
He also met his 3 half-siblings who actually knew all about him and couldn't wait to meet him.

He'd been gone for about a month but not a day passed where he didn't call me, text me or tell me he missed me.

I loved hearing the latter especially as I missed him too, desperately.

The few months without him had been a nightmare, to say the very least. I'd thought about what I would've done had he chosen to leave me and all the avenues led to thoughts of depression.