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I could ask a million of them. I could ask how someone so flawed, so incomplete, so disconnected, so untrustworthy, so cold, so abused, so damaged, could ever be loved so deeply. She puts all worries to rest in a way that can only be described as magical. Her imperfections only increase her appeal. Her quirks are what make her better than anyone else. Her ability to make me smile and want to cry are seductive. She is that work of art which breaks your heart to look at. You can only stare and know that there has never been something so beautiful and never will there be anything better.
I've lived a questionable life indeed. I have done things in which I am surely not proud. She strips me of all that shame, that worry, and that disgust and washes me clean of it all. Her hands are the gift of life itself. If ever there was air worth breathing, she brings it in to this world. This situation here, these moments given, are the ones I know life exists for.
"It's like being in an endless sea of calm."
It really truly is that sensation. My excitement is kept at a steady pace. My breathing is precise and calculated. I am just enveloped in a sense of surreal. I know that morning will be the toughest morning of all. Looking at my watch and counting down the minutes will take every ounce of sanity I have. Thirty-three days seems like a life time, but it's a life time I'm willing to expend. It's a life time I'm willing to pay to see her again, to hold her, to love her.
I am happy.
I've lived a questionable life indeed. I have done things in which I am surely not proud. She strips me of all that shame, that worry, and that disgust and washes me clean of it all. Her hands are the gift of life itself. If ever there was air worth breathing, she brings it in to this world. This situation here, these moments given, are the ones I know life exists for.
"It's like being in an endless sea of calm."
It really truly is that sensation. My excitement is kept at a steady pace. My breathing is precise and calculated. I am just enveloped in a sense of surreal. I know that morning will be the toughest morning of all. Looking at my watch and counting down the minutes will take every ounce of sanity I have. Thirty-three days seems like a life time, but it's a life time I'm willing to expend. It's a life time I'm willing to pay to see her again, to hold her, to love her.
I am happy.