For the second time.
4 months ago
I spent quite alot of time here, in an earlier incarnation, writing poetry about my first love, one that just was doomed by circumstance and happenstance out of our control.
I gathered my courage and strength to find love again, in a big part through that exercise, and exorcise of self understanding.
And when I was strong enough, when I was self-aware enough, Love found me again, exactly when I least expected it.
It took a good 5 years to heal old wounds. I think they were the longest and most painful of my life.
When I look into her eyes, though, and I see all her own trials and tribulations that she took to get to me, I know it was all worth it.
I’ve never known such a love before. I am so thankful.
