Rendered Speechless. (nostalgia rampant)

         Fresh out of prison, a man scorned of women, upset and fed up, I swore them off. Never will a woman get close enough again; never let a woman inside, able to hurt me. My way of coping, self taught.
        A month and a day un-incarcerated, miserable and hurt... beat down and bloodied from pains, and scars, and the ever present broken heart.. all in all, done with life. But the she... came along... My Angel in flesh, met upon that one social network, a love eternal I had, before I knew life. The woman who would become my wife.
        Within 5 minutes of to this wonder, I sensed the purity of . The soul of a saint... and within an hour, without a doubt, I could have said those three words, until that point, the three, furthest from my mind? Deeply entombed, deep inside my head.. And as I listen to her angel's chorus sing forth in her voice, I pondered with utmost sincerity, "I..love...you".. So soon, I can't fathom it, with a heart, thickly calloused from time...
       From over the phone, a symphony of angelic proportions rang forth, and I knew unequivocally, unabashedly,  without a shred of doubt and more sure than anything in existence, I was in love... but, Jason, how?
       On the phone nonstop for hours, without end, every second that passed, the feeling welled up inside of me... From the tips of my toes, a wave moved up completely unaware... over my knees, thighs, up into my gut... the proverbial knot... inching towards my chest, and THAT!! RIGHT THERE!!!
        From the middle of my chest, came a rush... The rush known only by new love.. and not just your, "average, run-o-the mill" normal kind of love.. Rather, the "I found the woman that was made for me" love. The "I will spend the rest of forever with this soul, for truly we are mates" type of love. The type known by very few in the world, for truly it is a difficult feat on a planet of 7 billion to find the one... True.... Better half of you... The spot deep down inside, that you know you're missing, though you can't single it out because you don't know what it is until it falls into your lap. The very essence of why human beings were placed upon such a beautiful rock... the never-ending search for the most powerful force on the planet.. LOVE.. and the overwhelming rush: the overall flood of emotion that engulfs you as you come to the realization that you will never again, on earth or above, ever have to search for love.. it's such that will slam you back in your seat... Buckle in.. hold tight, for this is the thrill ride to end all thrill rides....
         I was in love.. I truly found my soul mate (within 12 hours of speaking to this saint).. Having not spent even a full day speaking to this enigma, and I could've said those three, all powerful words presented in, I...love...you.... though, for as powerful as the feeling was, I didn't want to scare this woman away, because in a normal early love, those words have a damaging effect. All the while, unknowing that she felt the same. She, just like me didn't want scare away the sorce of her new found, feelings-so-strong...
        The next day, our first in person meeting, the swell of emotion magnified to immeasurable magnitude. The incredibly intense feelings from the previous day's interactions via phone, came full blown into my mind, as, for the first time in my life, I came face to face with the truest form of innocence: the truest definition of "Angel made flesh".
          As I greeted her at her car, the feeling that didn't ease it's way into my heart of hearts -the slam- which would've been easier greeted by a gentle ushering of; and again, I was floored by an unknown surge of awe. The first time in my days, I felt true chemistry and absolute attraction. It was a chemistry that I had only thought that I knew. And as this vision of Greek Goddess, Aphrodite stepped out of her car, my queen and love, became more than a voice on the phone.. her words in the text messages became a manifestation of beautiful skin, as if carved of marble, curves and physique on a land unknown, left for discovery by the Meriwether Lewis that I never knew I had within me. The hours of phone to ear, became a woman at my door, and a culmination of years of pain and sorrow and hurt, completely washed away.
           On day two of talking -day one in person- I knew that I stood before my one... the one... that I would be with.. The one that was forged in flesh, for me. The reason that I was blessed with lungs to breathe the air that u breathe. I stood before the woman that would teach me the true meaning of right and wrong... the value of right and wrong. The woman before me -I knew on a deep subconscious level- would be my salvation. The one who would teach me through immense patience and perseverance how to cope as an adult should. She would be the one to do what countless thousands of dollars of kiddie shrinks couldn't do. She would be the one to prove that it is ok to open up, and for once in my life, let someone else in... completely. Before me stood a saint who would show and teach me a love unknown by me, aside from lessons learned by Shakespeare, and "The notebook". A love unconditional. A godly love. A love worth dying for.
           Deep inside, had there been a window opened to my soul, one would have seen a unique fusion of pee-pee dance, happy dance, and all around elation step.
          Head exhausted and swarming with unknown, heart elated, skipping beats in tune with Oasis' "Wonderwall", I just knew.
          From that day forward, this man, your humble narrator -the lost cause since age 8, my age of psychotropic induced fog- suddenly became a worth cause to work on. I realized my worth as a person, and a soul. The swell realized during the walk from her car, through my threshold... into my living room... into my heart... into my life... and into the history books, as an example to follow. A beacon to look upon. A testimonial to read, as to how it feels to truly love... how it feels to truly be loved... how it feels to be booted in the ass by the size 10 and a half of living proof that soul mates exist.
          This woman did her strut, followed closely by a man and his unknown, soon to be redemption of lost cause.
          13 days after the "on the phone" day, I would say, "I do". And, right up to the point of hers, I feared. I was waiting to wake up, pinching my leg to make sure I wasn't dreaming. I was waiting for her to back out last minute. And then, from her lips, departed two words that would forever alleviate my worse fears of dying alone... completely melt away and shed any doubt -however miniscule- that lingered from 27 years of pain.
          "I do...." Two words spoken, the pinnacle of my life. My mind, body, and soul, turned on their axis and created before me, a new path to trudge with the perfect travel companion adorned upon my arm.
           Thirteen days after my very first word spoken to this vision, and sound, and feel of perfection, we were one. One in soul. One in god. One in matrimony, and a pair. Two, now one..
          To this very day, this woman stands firm. She stands true. The love of my life, and heart of my soul... Lover of lovers, never to let go...