Tangerine, or, You Are What You Eat

I wanted to start this with "I used to..." but there is no such thing anymore.

He listens to me. He really hears me - when I'm anything you can imagine: happy, sad, sane or otherwise - he listens.
This is the man that I married.
Amazing, my luck - the way the universe nestled me into the place I'm meant to be.

I'm blending into another person the way people and love and futures are meant to, and I'm happy...and when I'm not; when I'm not sure because we've been here too long and things are too hard - there he is with that whole angel-thing going on and I'm more in love with him every day.

Living reflection of a dream.