It's Real
 
Am I dreaming?

Smack!

She hits me with her smile.

"Dang, you're a stud,"

She says as,

She rubs my arm,

Failing to contain herself. 

It feels like a dream.

It has since it started,

But it's not;

It's so much better.

It's real.

After hundreds of fantasies,

Fantastic romances,

My imagination was a grand optimist.

Never did it imagine something,

As great as Victoria,

My life,

My girl,

My rouse.

Mhmmmm.....

It's real!

So I put a ring on it.

Which doesn't feel like I imagined.

I fantasized about a never ending party,

Constant school girl giddiness,

Abounding smiles,

And surprising compliments from people barely acquaintances.

But nay, not much is different. 

It's real. 

We still disagree on where to eat,

Still get tired,

Still get disappointed,

Still have to get past things and forgive. 

It's real. 

It's unveiling undiscovered sections of my heart,

Yet to be explored.

It's exciting. 

There's no one better for this journey,

Anyone I'd rather have by my side,

Nobody a better friend,

Than her. 

That's real. 

She is my inspiration 

She is not my source,

But she's persistent to push me to it.

I am closer to God because of her.

I am pursuing my dreams,

Walking in confidence,

Joy,

Peace, 

And exuberance,

Because she's with me.

She challenges me to do more,

Because she knows I can. 

She knows me.

She's real.

I thank God every time I think of her,

That I get to spend the rest of my life,

Pursuing,

Romancing,

And being with,

Her.

Laughing, 

Singing,

Dancing,

Crying,

Praying,

Rejoicing,

Discovering,

Together.

It's real.