As it is and always will be…
My heart coming home.
I am always awed, touched, humbled by the depth and intensity of our hearts together.
We hugged and cried and laughed and kissed and reminisced and talked and promised and bathed and ate and drank and loved and slept in our very own private, blissful bubble the entire weekend.
For the first time in a month since quitting smoking, I slept. Peaceably. All night. It’s how I always sleep with him. Safe. Cocooned. Tucked away where nothing can hurt me. Where nothing else exists for me, but he and I.
Love you madly. Don’t let me go. Keep me safe.
Time and time again. For all time.
I am Grateful.
I am Love.
I am Loved.
I have no claim calling him boyfriend, or lover, or beloved.
I have no “right”…
But don’t you see? I’ve never wanted to claim him.
But I do. Whispered on the wind. Beloved.
Because he is, and always will be…