Stories for him

Fourth Story

As we were going through all of the things we have put away turning all the years we have lived here. I found a notebook, it seemed quite used and old. I opened it and on the first page was written some important dates for us. I immediately showed it to my husband of so many years. There was every important event, date of our life together, from the day we met up to when we had our last child. A few pages forwards there were stories, that I wrote to him, I stopped after the notebook got full, there was at least 20 stories in there, most of them written by the 14-16 year old me.

"I still remember all of them, like it was yesterday." Matt said looking at the stories with awe.

"Remember the one you wrote that we'll find the notebook after many years, and now here we are, looking through the old notebook."

I couldn't help the huge smile on my face, I'm pretty sure he knows the stories better than I do, even though I was the one who wrote them, but I didn't really read them after that, and he read them all the time.

"All the memories came back, how many of them were written in school while I was waiting for Matt, or home when I was bored and wasn't talking to him at the moment. The way he reacted made me so happy every time.

"I thought the notebook was gone, how did it get here?" He let go of it and placed his hands on my waist, looking deep into my eyes. To be honest I was a bit confused. "I wanted to read some of your stories while you were away to see your family, and the kids were being too loud, so I came down to the basement, and I must have forgot it here, because the kids must have wanted something."

I nodded my head, taking in all he just told me "But the last time I went to see my family without you was 5 years ago."

He kissed my cheek a few times and said: "I'm sorry honey, I really am, but you know how hard it is with all the kids, and then came the grandkids, and I forgot all about the notebook. I know it means a lot to you, and it means a lot to me too, it has our memories in it, and your amazing stories that I still love to this day." I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him passionately, yeah, I'm 40, so what? Can't I still be just in love with this man like I have been since I was just 14?

Well whatever others think it won't change the way I love him, my one true love, who I met on omegle.com because I slept in and didn't go to school. We stared talking because we both answered the question "Is 5'3 too short for a girl?" As the shorties we are we agreed that it wasn't too short at all.

He pulled away from the kiss, sadly, and rested his forehead on mine. "Let's build a snowfamily." This made me smile so much. "We didn't get to do that, not just the two of us."