Can’t help it.
This place I am in. This happy place. That although I can swing from one extreme to another three times in an evening, when I lay my head down to sleep, I am in a place of peace and acceptance and happiness. It Doesn’t hurt he’s here with me. That I feel his breath on my neck, his arm around my waist, his heat. Doesn’t change that no matter how hard a day seems to be, I know in my heart that I will be OK tomorrow. That it’s not over. That it never will be. Life is for living. Today I breathed deeply. Tomorrow I may expand again. And Again. And still never feel full. Bless this life, and these things that I share it with. I love them. Dearly. Like the air I breathe.
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