Nine.
When I was just a little girl, I was like most. I dreamt of growing up and what I'd like to become, who my husband would be and the kind of family we would have, and of so much love.
As I grew up and experienced more of what life not only had to offer, but was truly about, things changed. My view on love did not remain the fairytale I had made it be all those years before.
As I grew up and experienced more of what life not only had to offer, but was truly about, things changed. My view on love did not remain the fairytale I had made it be all those years before.
Although at one point I did want it all, the more I experienced, the more things changed. The only thing that stayed constant was that I knew I deserved the kind of love that would fight for me as much as I would fight for it.
It took a long time. A very long time. And although one would say that 21 years is not too long, real love, true love, grand love, found me. And I have never been the same.
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Nine years have come and gone since that day, the day when the earth stood still and there was no one but you and me. There are still, after all this time, many days where I feel as such. And I love days like those.
You see, I am not always easy. Rarely am I calm, unemotional, or not analyzing everything in my head. I like order, knowing things before they happen, having a plan, and being reassured. I like consistency and find it hard (sometimes) to just "go with the flow."
But, if I spend the rest of my life and do nothing right, I will know that I have done at least one thing (and to me, the most important) right. I have loved and been loved better than I could have ever dreamt.
And it is and always will be enough. Just to love and to feel that love returned, is all I need to remind myself of when shit hits the fan, when the world turns ugly and dark, and when things happen that I can't understand.
Nine years. I'm so lucky to have a partner who truly understands me. Who sees all of the dark corners of my heart, the broken pieces, the cobwebs and dust, and still finds it in his own heart, to love me more.
To nine years and decades more to follow. And to love and how it can heal even the most broken of hearts.
You see, I am not always easy. Rarely am I calm, unemotional, or not analyzing everything in my head. I like order, knowing things before they happen, having a plan, and being reassured. I like consistency and find it hard (sometimes) to just "go with the flow."
But, if I spend the rest of my life and do nothing right, I will know that I have done at least one thing (and to me, the most important) right. I have loved and been loved better than I could have ever dreamt.
And it is and always will be enough. Just to love and to feel that love returned, is all I need to remind myself of when shit hits the fan, when the world turns ugly and dark, and when things happen that I can't understand.
Nine years. I'm so lucky to have a partner who truly understands me. Who sees all of the dark corners of my heart, the broken pieces, the cobwebs and dust, and still finds it in his own heart, to love me more.
To nine years and decades more to follow. And to love and how it can heal even the most broken of hearts.
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As always, a great piece!
ReplyDeleteThank you momma! Muah!
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