The way the world works...
The Goddess works in mysterious ways...just when you believe that you've come to terms with the way your life is going, just when you are prepared to give up on everything, She lifts her hands and grants you something you want.
Quite simply, sometimes it's there and you didn't even know it. No, I didn't get a million bucks...No...I'm still financially icky...but I was granted something called Love. It's not simple, it's not easy, it's fraught with dangers and spills, it's fraught with cliffhangers, excitement, it's full of laughter and happiness...it's everything I love, and everything I need.
He loves me. Me. I'm not special, I'm not the most beautiful woman in the world...Fair to middlin would be a better description, I'm not the smartest woman in the world (though I'm not stupid)...but he loves me just the same. I don't know how I got so lucky...and he thinks he's the lucky one.
We can talk...for hours. We can do the simplest things together and they don't seem like they are chores. He listens, and likes to listen to me. He doesn't lie, he is a father, a son, a good man, a lover, and a friend.
Sometimes I get scared. I get scared that he too will wake up one day and no longer love me. That he'll walk away from me, after I've given him my heart and soul. That someday I won't be beautiful to him. That some day he'll get tired of my baggage, my insecurities, my kinks, my bends, my everything. Sometimes I want to walk away, and sometimes I want to run. But his kindness, his sweetness, his love, his understanding, keeps me rooted here.
I don't know why he loves me but Thank you Goddess...for granting me this chance at happiness...for love...for everything.
Quite simply, sometimes it's there and you didn't even know it. No, I didn't get a million bucks...No...I'm still financially icky...but I was granted something called Love. It's not simple, it's not easy, it's fraught with dangers and spills, it's fraught with cliffhangers, excitement, it's full of laughter and happiness...it's everything I love, and everything I need.
He loves me. Me. I'm not special, I'm not the most beautiful woman in the world...Fair to middlin would be a better description, I'm not the smartest woman in the world (though I'm not stupid)...but he loves me just the same. I don't know how I got so lucky...and he thinks he's the lucky one.
We can talk...for hours. We can do the simplest things together and they don't seem like they are chores. He listens, and likes to listen to me. He doesn't lie, he is a father, a son, a good man, a lover, and a friend.
Sometimes I get scared. I get scared that he too will wake up one day and no longer love me. That he'll walk away from me, after I've given him my heart and soul. That someday I won't be beautiful to him. That some day he'll get tired of my baggage, my insecurities, my kinks, my bends, my everything. Sometimes I want to walk away, and sometimes I want to run. But his kindness, his sweetness, his love, his understanding, keeps me rooted here.
I don't know why he loves me but Thank you Goddess...for granting me this chance at happiness...for love...for everything.