She�s fascinating.
The most fascinating woman I�ve ever met. The woman I married. Of course, when I did marry her, she was knocked out cold. She had no idea what was going on. Back then, to me, she was nothing more than the boss�s daughter. Nothing else, and certainly nothing more. All I had wanted was regain what was rightfully mine, and if I had to align myself with her, then so be it. What did I care about the little Princess? She seemed so pure, so na�ve, so innocent, so� So boring!
But once I got to know her I found out, much to my surprise, that she was more than that. Much more. Oh, she was still inexperienced when it came to men, full of romantic notions about relationships and marriage. Yet, at the same time she carried herself with sophistication and dignity despite having absolutely no clue.
She can be so generous and tolerant, yet the McMahon streak of stubbornness is a mile wide in her. She can be the most bashful person I know, yet is often uninhibited when it comes to those she is most passionate about. She can be so hyperactive, even more so than her brother after ten cups of coffee, yet is completely reserved when the mood suits her. It�s as if she passes from one extreme to the other, yet still manages to be the full spectrum of the scale.
She is the girl next door, who just happens to sometimes wear the leather mini-skirt and leopard print sleeveless top. She is the tomboy, who adores dressing up in the latest evening fashions. She is the athlete, who loves nothing more than curling up to read a good book. She is the little rich girl, who wants that which money can�t buy. She is a contradiction.
I now know that I didn�t marry just any normal woman. I married a woman who not only fulfils my physical needs, but my intellectual and emotional cravings. She not only completes me, she is me.
Whether as a lover or a friend, she never ceases to amaze me. To charm me. To enchant me. To captivate me.
To fascinate me.