Had a dream last night that I've had before and which highlights an odd thing about being married. I am somewhere, and there's some vague guy, and I just know he's into me. I can feel it in the air. He wants me, and I know it, and he knows I know it. It's those moments before anything at all even happens when it just hangs in the air like when you know it's going to rain. And that's the whole dream.
I wake up knowing that I am happily married and remembering that that is a feeling I've had in my past. I don't get that feeling any more, ring firmly on increasingly-chubby finger. I'm thrilled to not be dating. But it's kind of nice to visit that feeling in a dream. Few things are like that feeling. Love is stronger and more important, but it doesn't feel like standing on that precipice.
The last time I had that feeling in real life was on my first date with my husband. If this were a fairy tale, we would be having these dreams about each other, but I guess that's not the way it works.
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