Sweet Love, by Sophie
Sept. 21, 2009
Before I met Gianni, I did not even believe that sweet love existed. I thought that love was only in fairy tales. The amazing love that Gianni has shown to me sure proved me wrong. But how exactly do you know when you are experiencing true love?
To me, sweet love is the way that Gianni looks at me, or how he holds my hand. It is all the songs and poems he has written for me. It is the way we say the same thing at the same time, how we can make each other laugh. It is how we can be together without saying a word and still enjoy each other’s company or “talk” on the phone without saying anything. It is having fun just taking a long walk or watching a movie together. It is everything that we do and are with each other.
Gianni and I connected with each other from the very beginning as friends. So how did we know we were falling in love? It is hard to say the moment that I realized I was in love, but Gianni and I had so much in common as friends that everything we said and did together seemed so right and so natural. I always want to be with Gianni because he makes me feel so special. I feel that Gianni is special and I hope that I am able to make him feel the same way.
At the time of this writing, Gianni and I have been married for four weeks. During our wedding ceremony, the minister had a definition of love that moves me to tears every time I hear it or read it. The definition he used was this:
"When we love, we see things other people do not see. We see beneath the surface, to the qualities which make our loved one special and unique. To see with loving eyes is to know inner beauty. And to be loved is to be seen, and known, as we are known to no other person. One who loves us gives us a unique gift: a piece of ourselves that only they could give us."
To me, that definition describes sweet love and that is what Gianni has given me. He sees me like no one else ever has seen me. He does not see my weaknesses, he sees my strengths, he does not see my faults, he sees what I do right, he does not see my imperfections, he sees my beauty. That is what I call true love.
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