I would love to write a book one day. I would love to be locked on a room with just the primary colours and a blank canvas. I would love to bleed my sou onto canvas, to start again, to begin, to end, to try. I would love to remember what it feels like to not be afraid anymore. I would love to start a blog that people read. I would love toake money online. I would love it if money wasn’t an option. Most of all I love to love him. I love him dearly, with all my heart. The best place in the world is in his arms, listening to his beating heart, cradled under his arm, listening, watching, but knowing I AM SAFE. I AM Cherished. I am loved. It’s an instant whisper of hope 8nto the withered forest that has become my heart. It’s me it’s love its freedom. And there is no would or should in it.
I am proud to say that I have found a man, I have found a love, that is bigger than the me I was yesterday, the me I am supposed to become and the me that I am struggling to be. I have found a good man. And I have loved and continue to love him well.