Besides my family, I couldn't imagine my life without my husband Jeremy.
I met Jeremy in high school and shortly after I graduated we moved in together. After that I built my life around him. I woke up - he was there. I went to bed and he was there (most of the time). I went to work he told me good bye. I came home and he was there. I needed something - he would get it. If I was happy - he was happy (sort of). If I was upset - he was too.
You get the picture.
I base my life on mine and Jeremy's actions. I ask his opinions on most of my decisions and include him in everything I do. I can't imagine waking up one day and rolling over to find the other side of the bed not slept in. What if he wasn't there when I packed my lunch in the morning? What if he wasn't there when I wanted to text about my day? What if he wasn't there while I laid in bed and watched Beavis and Butthead?
I used to have dreams where he left me for good or even died and I would wander around aimlessly because I had no idea what to do next. I always fear my dreams would become real life if I ever did lose him. What would I do with myself? What would my days consist of?
I started crying just thinking about it so I will move on from there. The final thought is that Jeremy is my rock. He is my sanity, as well as my insanity sometimes. My life would be empty without him. I wouldn't have my other half and wouldn't get to feel the way he makes me feel every day for the rest of my life. Yes my life would still have meaning and life would go on, but it would never be the same. It would never feel the way it does now.
And that would be the real loss.
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