I try not to get my hopes up, but it's hard not to think about it. It's
hard not to think about us, envisioning our life together.
Honestly speaking, I can't imagine a life without you . . . and I don't want to.
All this time, I've been just waiting for the downfall, the let-down, the
disappointment. Waiting for an excuse not to believe . . . waiting for an excuse
to be the victim again, and go back into hibernation.
Until now, there has always been something wrong . . . with him, with me . . . or
maybe it was the timing.
All this time, I had believed that maybe Love was not meant for me. But here you
are, and here you have stayed, through everything -- still beside me, still believing,
and still seeing me as your true perfect One.
And here I am -- until now blind, unable to see you as I do now. A generous, loving
creature -- much like those I have covetted before. Why did I not see it
Again, maybe it was the timing.
Whatever it is, I'm grateful.