losing a year
How strange to have come so far and still be in the same place I was; to have hemmed and hawwed and waited and tried to be logical and rational and, most of all, responsible; to come so far and to be here, still, and to see it never meant anything and this was just the way it was always meant to be.
And yet, if that's what it took to get to where I am now, to seeing and believing, to owning up to feelings that I've never felt before, and to this place of sheer contentment and ease, then I'd do it all again.
To say out loud and earnestly; to tell you, tell him, tell the world, I love him, and I can't ever imagine any other way; to do all that, well, that is worth a year.
And yet, if that's what it took to get to where I am now, to seeing and believing, to owning up to feelings that I've never felt before, and to this place of sheer contentment and ease, then I'd do it all again.
To say out loud and earnestly; to tell you, tell him, tell the world, I love him, and I can't ever imagine any other way; to do all that, well, that is worth a year.