well
It's not over, it couldn't be. We're too mad about each other. It's hard and it's manic and it's wild and it's passionate... and I don't want to leave. We were "broken up" for less than 24 hours and I'm amazed I was able to even breathe. I'm lucky to have found a man who can love me so completely. It's not supposed to be easy. That's unrealistic and I'll never be happy if I expect that. and when it's good, it's so deliriously good. His touch makes me feel alive. Even the idea of losing it/him brought up the scariest thoughts and emotions I've experienced since my suicidal depression era. I want only him, ever.
His eyes on my face. His lips on my skin. His hands in my own. for the remainder of my days.
I'll marry him. Grow old with him.
Love isn't easy by a long shot, but it's so worth it.
His eyes on my face. His lips on my skin. His hands in my own. for the remainder of my days.
I'll marry him. Grow old with him.
Love isn't easy by a long shot, but it's so worth it.