But I had LOVE!
I awoke this morning in tears from a dream in which I had been forced by law to return to my ex-husband. There I was, in the house with him again, being constantly criticized, berated, disliked verging on (and often crossing over to) hate.
And I kept remembering Björn and our life together which is wholely about love, and caring for each other and not doing things that hurt the other.
So all day I have been like a lovesick teenager here at home, taking every chance to hug him, kiss him. thank him for being the person with whom I have love.
I wish every single person in the world could experience this. (But not with my Björn. Go get your own.)
And I kept remembering Björn and our life together which is wholely about love, and caring for each other and not doing things that hurt the other.
So all day I have been like a lovesick teenager here at home, taking every chance to hug him, kiss him. thank him for being the person with whom I have love.
I wish every single person in the world could experience this. (But not with my Björn. Go get your own.)