Falling in love is like having another slice of that triple chocolate cake, you just can’t help yourself.

Love, oh love. For years and years you have never called at my door with flowers and chocolates, or sent me Valentine cards bursting with poems of your undying affection for me. Nope, love did not like me at all back when I was single; I was like a big nasty yellow spot to love that ruined its perfect complexion the night before its wedding.

I would say I am hopeless romantic, the Bridget Jones in my group for years. I would always have bad dates resulting in awkward goodbyes and me realising that when a guy laughs extremely loudly throughout the whole film in the cinema, he is an idiot and definitely not for me. My teenage years were filled with boyfriends here and there only lasting for a few months because they had started out as friends first. Well, I did live in a small town in Devon so it was kind of hard to meet anyone new who you didn’t already know. At university things didn’t really change, the odd date or fling, nothing serious to make me fall head first into that triple chocolate cake. Suffice to say that I hated love and wanted to listen to angry music and pretend I didn’t care about anything. Haha! Oh the ignorance of youth.

Then, I met my husband. Everything else before was just child’s play, with my husband I felt myself fall utterly and completely in love. Super cheesy I know but in our relationship we do cheese. It sounds cliché but from the moment we met we just knew that we were going to spend our lives with each other, we just fit perfectly, yin and yang. It’s hard to explain with words as words cannot express how much you love someone, it’s not enough. It’s a feeling of being completely vulnerable but sensing you know it’s safe to fall. Waking in the morning to see them smiling at you as they play with your hair gently. The taste of their kiss as they bring in the new day with you, how it lingers on the tip of your tongue till you have had your morning coffee (or tea in this Bunny’s case). I could go on and on but like I said, words just simply can’t express our good old friend, love.

I feel so terribly lucky to have already met my soul mate and for us to be married and have a son. I had so many fears of ending up alone as a crazy bunny or cat lady. I just somehow had a feeling that when I stopped worrying so much that love would find me. And BAM did it. I am such a strong believer in love, I have been lucky enough to be surrounded by it my whole life. My parents are still married and as much in love as the day they met, as are my grandparents. I couldn’t think of anything more beautiful than sharing my life with my husband as his Mohican turns white and I become known as the grandmother who has purple hair.

Think I will leave it there before I start sounding too much like a smug married Bunny. Although we could never be smug. We are just comfortable with how we feel about each other and are not embarrassed to say it. Don’t get me wrong, we wouldn’t be snogging our faces off in front of friends and family. We are just us, and it’s just wonderful.

I’m off to watch some horror films with the husband! Got to love a bit of gore! Feel like we could make much better horror films from just the contents of our son’s nappy after some of the appalling films we have seen. Do not watch Prom Night 2008! SO BAD!

About Bunny's Pause

Hello, I'm a Author/Poet/Reviewer/Bookworm/Gamer/Music Lover/Wife and Mother! I review and recommend books as I LOVE to read! I am always on the lookout for new and upcoming books to expand my ever-growing library. If you have something you wish me to read and review, please contact me. I would be delighted to hear from you. Hop hop wiggle wiggle
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