my careless contagion

How do I tell her how irreplaceable she is? How do I tell her without sounding trite or cumbersome? Words cannot convey the waves of gratitude I feel. Saying I love her does not suffice. I can show her, but that, too, is soon outgrown.  God will have to show me how to protect and appraise her. How do I show love to someone I love so much? I am just a man, yet I carry an electric current of feelings for her. How do I tell her when I think of making love to a woman, I think only of her, and the thought of being with any other woman makes me sick inside? When I walk with her and when I talk with her, I will be blind to all other women. I will see them. But not really. They will be obstacles I cannot run into like extras on a movie set. You see, she was the good girl who took care of things — the house, the kids, the finances, the family portraits, everything — while her husband was chasing women, often long into the night. While she laid awake wondering where he was and who he...

Some people you just miss. You know who I'm talking about. It's hard to explain why, but no one fills their shoes. The easiest way for me to say it is she's my irreplaceable . We all have one. She's mine. There is no one like her on God's green earth. T here will never be another like her. What she is made of must have been plucked from the stars and the moon and the fire in a lion's heart.  She's like the first time you tied your own shoes. She's like your first kiss. She's your forever and your always. She's what makes you come home every night, the sweetness of your sleep, the marrow in your bones, the future and the past and everything in between. She's that thing you get once in your life, and, if you hang onto her, you get to keep her forever. She's like your first car. Like your first time having sex. Like your first stereo that broke. But that's the one you wanted, so you got another one just like it, and it broke to...